PROPHECY
Mortal wounds afford us clues,
Yet still , we repeatedly blunder
Hate turns to consuming hunger
As brothers wage war to claim their thunder

God watches above in wonder,
As we profess noble rage and  stumble..

"I gave you wit to choose what's right
I gave you love to glow in light
Man, what is thy plight?where is thy sight?''

Fools are those who rebuke words so humble
Their souls.. To vaults of hell, will surely tumble
What shall be left behind?? What shall we find???

Simply this: Pride ! Sitting on a bench, entwined
With vines of hate..its fortress gate confined!

Pity, there lies our demise!!!
Mankind! Wipe the sleep from your eyes!


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