At the dawn of this falling sky
Mankind is all alone, so estranged in this abandoned hour,
Prevailed, sadly, the rule of chaos and anarchy
The martyrdom of divine thus, sparked the unholy lust for power.
Gone are the ancient days
And the ways of the noble and just,
Devil owns the time now
And the time has spawned the army of dust.
Blinded by sins, well behind the guarded walls
The beasts poisoned the spirit well,
Breathing the darkness, these emperors of death sickness
Unleashed the wraths of eternal hell.
These beasts feast upon the flesh of the dead
And when not, they cage every mortal living soul,
The grand pillars of virtue came crashing down
Ravaged by desire, the civilization finally took its toll.
The fires of war cursed every living horizon
And the battles took no prisoners,
The heavens bled and the sky took the dead
And the Earth told her tales through scars.
The say history is penned down by the victors
And the history is always one sided view of the truth,
Then who’s not writing the history, if I may ask
Perhaps the ones who are not cashing in on the loot?
The imprisonment of hope
And the audacity of fear,
So distant from the guarded walls, the mortals wonder
If the end is far too near…
(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.