A World of One
Night's shadows grew weary in the oppressive heat;
Repose of Earth's golden orb brought little relief.
Like a condor shadowing its prey from aloft,
There was no respite from the encompassing doom.
Behind curtains of vanity man hid his pride,
As he destroyed the Earth reaping all its rewards -
Spewing gaseous emissions - fallouts of his lust.
His reckoning upon him in forty more days;
God's Kingdom would come to Earth, for man's wicked ways.
Too little, too late as our foundations crumbled,
And the Horsemen of the Apocalypse appeared.
In man's last hour suppliant prayers rocked the night,
As humanity came together one last time.
Might man save his Earth forsaking his wanton ways?
Might he learn to live in harmony with his land?
Forty days an eternity for all on Earth;
Can we live as one - our answer might be our curse.
Copyright © R.A. Marschall | Year Posted 2016
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