Often confusing

A World Insane.

Some signs of a world insane:
A strong child, a weak hand.
I see those endlessly,
Going hand in hand.

When the buds never open, stoic,
Never knowing the wind or sun.
Hurt by the great lights heroic,
The very same that grew them tall.
They stood so long, so long,
They were the strongest of them all.
Living in the darkest morn,
Colored by their petals, small.

Metropolises grow and conquer,
Marble slabs strong, imposing, tall.
Hide the concrete that crumbles,
Built by the old guard, humbled.
By time and darkness, the new,
They stare blinded by the white.
Great lights built by those,
Who cannot lift the heavy loads.

And they bloomed, too late;
It was in moonlight, their fate.
Deceived by those bright skies,
Streaming forth from the city lights.
That crumbled by and by,
Until I'm the dark they stood once more,
The strongest of them all,
The children who outlasted the fall.
Only to be left on their own,
Starving in the dim-light morn.

Some signs of a world insane;
Repeating verses as you expect.
A strong child, a weak hand.
Oh! They go hand in hand.