Last Call

...inspired by 'Reveille' by Joseph Brodsky Songs unsung will disappear, as breathless as a stone, the fear of Armageddon fills the air and gathers strength against the prayer that withers, fizzles into nought, despite the lessons we were taught to love our neighbours as ourselves, not disrespect our worthy lives, or take His name in vain, the strain of bleeding from another's pain, the art of empathy forsaken, carefree paths so quickly taken Thoughts are squandered, so are souls who sanctify disparate goals and chase false dreams on sand consigned, the facts misjudged and misaligned. Cause and effect, a law of nature, who to kill and who to nurture, what to crucify or kiss? the measure of our helplessness. There is no try, there's only do, and I'll expect the same from you, to strip away dishonesty, the hallmark of our misery. To live in love and purity we'll neutralize our enmity and join together, hand in hand, no hurtful lies, no contraband. The answer lies amongst the stars unnumbered in the universe, a child's first breath, the blushing rose, where hatred cannot interpose.