Echoes of Time
Who made?
The blooming flowers!
The trumpeting elephants!
The magnificent, endless sky!
The being turning against His Word
Pay attention
To the Horn of time
A stone flew out of the night
And I captured...did you?
Landed on the rooftop,
Rattled down like machine-gun fire
Symbolizing...
And behold
I saw lambs
Following a mother goat,
I heard the cat roaring
And the lion purring
Only a few kept their identity
A few took the thorny way
The majority misled
By the pretending Wild Beast
Edging towards flame
Where will one be?
For the Echoes Of Time Are Audible
Copyright © Moses Gava | Year Posted 2018
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