A Villanelle

Where is the grace,
Who cares about
The human race?
The glory chased,
the lust for power,
Where is the grace?
The world effaced
This fateful hour,
The human race.
Our hope erased
By fearsome clouds,
Where is the grace?
We contemplate,
Our eyes enshroud
The human race.
All out of place,
Our visage dour,
Where is the grace,
The human race?
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