Prophecy

And it shall come to pass-- A dominance of mighty arms will Throw destructive stones at the Sufferers that rebel. Knees will plant in the earth And pleas for mercy will be On many tongues. In the falling rain of brim stones The mother land will weep For innocent is in the Blood of the lying bodies, For innocent are the hands That wrote their Solidarity On plaque-cards and took To the Street. In the rain of piercing ammunitions She will weep a level of tears That can extinguish the Sun Or defrost the moon that frozen Upon the wall of the sky. In the rain of falling tears and Oozing blood She will weep when she behold her Sheep been persecuted by their Shepherd because they refused To continue eat the grass of Oppression. Guns out this morning Babylon coming again.