The Psychic

Psychedelic music making me comfortably high Lights flashing in the darkened, September sky I’m feeling groovy as Visions of Johanna came on next My IPod on loud as I tried so awkwardly to text A message about an extraordinary, ancient tale To my friend interested in every minuscule detail. He knew this was not from some biblical verse But revolved around a famous old religious curse A Harbinger with a Psychic sending out cryptic news About second comings and alternate devout views Back two thousand years or maybe even much more The prophecy had to do with a future, sustaining war. A handsome man with thick hair will be in power And killed from shots fired from a very high tower His position then replaced by a series of unpopular lugs, Whose pawns driven by a culture of violence and drugs Will be forced into a war that can really never be won Citizens will peacefully and violently protest until it’s done And while Eve of Destruction played in the background My mind travelled to Vietnam and the dead bodies found My friend felt my story was just legend and not really true But even so, it brought me to a time that I very well knew. And the Psychic whose name to this day is a mystery Held the secret of America’s future and turbulent history.