Tis the beginning of that soon to pass,
sun swallowed in abyss of time.
(He has the keenest eye
and watches waiting.)
At dawn, birds’ chorus Earths wondrous splendour
as mankind softly stirs from slumber, wiping sleep from weary eyes,
yet once cleared, sees naught other than a selfish path to travel,
blind is he, oblivious.
Elsewhere chaos reigns as those dispossessed,
afraid of each and all tomorrows,
seek refuge in some foreign land,
dreaming hopeful dreams of milk and honey.
In their midst the martyrs sleep,
sleep in guise of wailing want and need,
and once bathed in welcome warmth of milk and honey,
good is by schism rent asunder
as martyr dreams a paradise of dark-eyed virgins,
It is the beginning of the end
and He who has the keenest eye
is watching, waiting.
The above inspired by dVerse Tuesday prompt posted by the lovely Grace, her prompt was that of: What does the watchman see? Also inspiration derived from Isaiah 56:10-12, which really doesn’t offer words of hope (I think).
I missed the deadline for Tuesday as I only wrote today, so am offering to dVerses Open Link Night, the bar hosted by the lovely Mary. Cheers Mary.
Am I pessimistic about mankind and this world we live in (seek to destroy?), I guess I am, and I worry greatly for my children and grandchildren’s futures. Am I paranoid? I don’t think so. But I do live in hope of mankind’s betterment… religion, hate and greed aside...
Image: Courtesy of Wikimedia CommonsAuthor: Higor Douglas