The Last Conflagration
Gather ‘round the global table —
All ye kings of the earth,
and ye queens of the dirt
The self-anointed,
the ballot appointed
So much kilt kill filth is on your skirts!
Fate chosen leaders hellbent
to take their loyal legion of followers
on the final dark descent
As the nuclear fires of rage ascend
from the bottomless pit
of unrighteous warmongering
So be the firmament decree:
Let the last conflagration begin
Assemble together ‘round the tilted spin —
All ye lying kings of the crimson earth,
with your lyoness queens of the red dirt
The peace usurpers,
the armistice pretenders
How much bloodshed is of profitable worth?
Abyss power surges through your collective soul,
as the covetous spindle madly turns out of control
Dark reign clouds veil the brimstone sky
Ember vestiges of humanity’s lost virtues
are left blowing in the wind ...
never to be candlelight found again
Only exodus death seen mushrooming,
the last conflagration is fiery furnace starting
Pyre heaps tragically rising
from the fervent vows of heated confrontation
Heart wrenching cries is the drenching fallout
Every good hope dies
in the nuclear ashes scattered about
There won’t be enough Geiger counters
to measure the rad level of grief: A cratering shout
heard in that mourn awakening
Of this, there’s no doubt:
Nagasaki memories
are amnesia tucked in
Hiroshima dreams
Who will truly remnant cry
for the lullaby masses
on that final underground migration?
As the awful burnings above
end all the clashes
Tear reckoning be strange love
Weeps heard in the last conflagration
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2019
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