To Mankind

Why is this so?
Why hath this superior species brought darkness down upon that which giveth them life?
They bringeth darkness down upon her shoulders,
Disease upon her soul…
Lament upon her once peaceful slumber,
And filth upon her whole 
Why can they not let her alone…
Allow her to flourish,
And provide a home?
No, they could not do this, 
They live this parody,
Their goal; to kill what lives
And now they bringeth their malady…
Descending darkness upon her surface, so light
These angels spread their scabbed wings
And bringeth utmost blight…