Pompeii

Tragic is the end of Pompeii
Incarcerated in molten graves
The once thriving elitist lives
Now in quietude they lay
And the culture that they created swept away
All bow heads and mourn for Pompeii
Nobody and nothing deserves to die that way
Mothers children and fathers had no chance of escape
As the lava flowed down the mountain side
They must have known in that moment they would die
Many just waited, many just cried
No where to run no where to hide
Nature for a change wrought human genocide
So spare a thought for the people of Pompeii
Silently sleeping in their molten graves.