O human!
It is your own doing,
Now you stand upon these lonely shores,
Regretting your faults,
The mistakes you made before
Now, you stand on clumsy feet,
Still, the earth supports your burden
Still conserves those signs of your existence,
The winding roads on which you had trodden
Since your birth the earth nurtured you,
Fondled you with all her care,
What have you left behind? [O wretched human]
Death, destruction and despair.
Dying of shame, you whimper,
Your face buried in your hands,
And it hits you, all that had gone wrong,
When you ruled the great oceans, the lands.
You should have seen it long ago,
When your fate hadn’t been carved,
Into the stones of history, all you can do,
Now is pick up the broken pieces, the shards.
