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 :