From This Throne Above the Round Earth
Beneath big stars and misty clouds, I sit
in this throne contemplating His handiwork so grand and perfect;
I wish my confidence were unshakable,
and every effort to conquer it wouldn't require wars;
for every nation that has been torn down must rebuild its walls:
isn't this the dream that Man thought was inconceivable?
Amid silver-gilded moon rays that reflect on the semi-dark globe,
adorned by their light constantly shimmering,
I resemble a noble king holding a scepter and wearing a red robe;
ahead of me the scenery is not so inviting!
Blasts and roars are heard while flames engulf cities,
they are man-made and kill instantly...
while the wailing souls flee to safety;
who promises peace has a tongue which mutters lies!
Terrified by the cruelty of savage men seeking wealth,
I turn into the ancient god Jove and wage war against humans;
no voice is louder than mine and it thunders for several miles,
" Who punishes must be punished with death!"
From this throne above the round earth,
I spot violent hands destroying civilization's concept;
the human mind can be atrocious and intolerant,
not allowing compassion to linger on the breath!
Written on 2/17/2017
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