Memento on the Moon

Memento on the moon, our demise that’s too soon— since ancient moral laws, our reasoning had flaws. The Ten Commandments bold, the wisdom of old told, its light spread in a rush, but now collective hush. Man’s creation will bloom, like destructive mushroom casts the atomic streams over our shattered dreams. Echoes of progress vast – tyranny’s shadow cast, encapsulated whim in firmament now swim. The paradox of Man of should he if he can, or must he heed balance between greed and lost glance?