The Scythe Is Raised
I wish the world would soon awake before they drop the big mistake. We've eclipsed the point of saving grace, and death we all shall soon embrace; look toward Sodom and see tomorrow. The vision blurred of milk and honey A God replaced by paper money Our murdered dreamers long since dead. True spirits have already fled; their shells are primed for use in battle. Wars fought for peace and final cure, but words on paper seem obscure. The growing fever escalates, and bodies heap for lack of crates; a world at rest will be very grave. The cheering crowds are now asleep. The scythe is raised for one last sweep. A human race is all but run. Fireworks fly as the cup is won; but the heat will surely melt it.I wrote this many years ago when teachers still scared us with the threat of nuclear war, it still seems relevant. Written September 23rd, 2001 © on Sep 23 2001 10:52 AM PST, yes 0 • 11 • 6
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"I wish the world would soon awake..."