The Fall of the Mighty

Did we ever hear the cock crow and never knew it was time? Did we ever see the rivers run dry and never pondered? Did we ever hear the earth tremble and never felt the shock? How has evil taken over without warning! How has the mighty fallen like a weathered leaf How has the Lion laid down his crown in defeat How can ancient walls be broken down in a twinkle of an eye Oh! The wind roars in ovation to the mighty The thunder claps rashly to welcome a new client The birds sing joyfully in anticipation of the service of songs Yet the clouds are unhappy and moody For the earth has opened up her mouth in total victory Oh! Oh! Oh! Our hearts are full of grief and pains Our valleys of dimples are now risen into mountains of pimples Our cheeks are being drained by the water-fall of tears Even our days, being counted on a mourn row And our stories are now written in the book of lamentation Sadly, darkness has filled the brightest of hearts For the sudden disappearance of an icon Who has embarked on a journey of no returns To the bosom of the accurate time keeper Who would not allow our tears to drain our cheeks Nor our sweat to wet our gowns But will someday appoint unto us, a new glory for our old stories…