On a lowly barren hill,
quietly in repose,
an ancient man is seated,
before heaven’s throne. 2 comments
In prayer he asks for nothing,
but to still disarming thoughts;
to rescue all humanity,
from the present wars.
So old, so wise,
his age belies,
an aching in his heart.
For all the world
Is at an end
and soon to rip apart.
He’s outlived wars like this one,
so many times before.
But even he could not prevent,
The coming final war.
He lifts his head towards the stars
and a tear forms in his eye.
He begs his god a question,
“Did you ever wonder why?” 2 comments
No answer there is given,
as he sits so still and calm.
He holds his fist against his chest,
clasping mercy’s charm.
So cold and fearful,
are the days,
the prophecy foretold.
But even he did not imagine,
humanity would be
so bold.
He stands upon his ageing legs,
unsteady as he squints.
With a hand over his stinging eyes
he searches for a hint.
But no sign to change the present,
for the future now is set.
All has come to nothing now,
where life and death have met.
So dreadful is tomorrow,
for the sins
of yesterday.
So pointless are prayers now,
of the millennium man,
this final day.