826 years in the future

Oceans gone corroded to expose land distraught from explosions
Ancient relics of battle no longer involved in the focus or moment
Mechanical arms sway with body’s metallic so perfect in motion
Different aspects of life that no longer raise eyes or commotion
Ideas and views more radical then ever thought up or imagined
New models of race that carry no flesh yet pulse with the magic
Brains of electricity more potent and fierce from life with peers
That are smart enough not to take envy and lust too war in years
Still in development one stage of life so delicate yet remains real
Knowledge from creation burns like magma still contains appeal
Questions from young ones arise from curiosity from time to time
The elders of this species try to explain the pictures but can’t lie
So when one of youth asks about a sculpture of a being unfamiliar
All it can do is speculate its best to dispay truth in all its failure
“That ‘Man’ is fabled a ‘Human Being’ once they were called
Cities of metal, roads paved beneath enormous towers stood tall
Corruption engulfed this race so they built us as defense to it all”
Laughing in the only way that was physically possible to a species
‘Can’t even remember their birth from computers oh so increasing
After a moment the youth comprehends everything that was known
Silent a moment with a start he began “thats why we're left all alone?”
With a nod the elder gave with a start “Myth’s help us remain smart
Without tales of non-sense we would be left wrong and torn apart
That sculpture is just there too give one explanation for our creation
Some robots think that once they actually roamed this rock of ours
I guess that would explain all this pollution and metal* from the stars
Also this level of radiation could never exist without atomic splitting
But what in its right mind would ever condemn one another to singeing
I don’t think this tale of Man and War ever truly occurred here or ever
How could something like that ever evolve that much and live together?”

*Satellites

Will we be remembered? Or will we be around to confirm our existence?
Maybe… Maybe not.