The Collapse

it's coming....

Our kingdom come

Which now stands lost

To its self-imprisonment in vice,

Finds itself in consonance

With the end its ways have wrought.

 

Soon we’ll find

Our only chance

To guide the blind

To righteous sight

-A chance that greets us with open arms

Opened by their lack of direction:

 

We herald now

The bell that tolls

For the impermanence

Of coddling sin,

Which brings with it destructive fires

That wipe away the cultures of decay.

 

We’ll stand among

The righteous flames,

Prepared to help

With loving hands

Those who survive the cleansing blaze:

Possessing eyes that see in firelight.

 

Burn

Will towers imprisoning minds!

Razed to dust

Will be walls that divide!

We must show this world new light

From which no one will want to hide.

Reviews

[*~*Butterfly Kisses*~*]

I could go on forever about this, but I like this message within. I think it's up to the people of this world to rely on ourselves and each other to keep the peace. Politicians are too caught up in their money and greed to give a damn about what they are doing to our world. Their behavior is rather destructive and needs to come to an end.

Great piece. Love it.

[The They]

Real, lasting, loving community happens from the bottom up (meeting your neighbor, working and living with friends), not the top down (legislation within the state, national/international political activism). The latter model is failing and so the former model must take its place. Only love and open minds can save us now...

[Sagar Waingankar]

This one carries a rhyme with it's pure dissent! Quite familiar with such arts as they flow along through one's mind! Nice thing was to observe the courage of a writer to frame everything he had in his mind! But nevertheless it's soothing sharing thoughts and emotions that flowed along with time! Thanks for sharing!

[Pratik]

This poem reminds me of a song written by Tagore. It goes like this "Aguner poroshmoni choyao prane" (It's in Bengali ) Translating into English : "Touch my heart with Your fire And purify it, so it can burn as a glorious offering to You."
I think like iron that melts and molds itself in fire I think it's time when we purge from within, eradicate our sins and start afresh! A nice, philosophical write. Well done :)

[Poetic Beauty]

Destructive towers is a strong statement. Ahh change ones ways or be condemned to hell. A little fire and brimstone here. Detailed imagery that creates paintings in the mind.