Can you see the beasts of Daniel
Dancing to the tune foretold?
See them rising, see them falling,
Steps ordained before time was old.
The lion stood in rampant glory
Till his wings were torn away.
Snatched by an eagle in search of freedom,
Soaring in vain to an independent day.
The bear roars and plucks from his teeth
The rotting bones of those consumed.
Across the stage he rumbles loudly,
Before lying down in sleep resumed.
The leopard prances in ancient glory,
Smooth as oil he struts the stage.
Holds the world to a moment’s ransom,
Then succumbs to the might of a coming age.
But soon all stand before another,
Bowing to gnashing teeth of iron.
Claws of brass industriously scrabbling
Destroying by the acre, devouring by the ton.
But the beasts danced far in Daniel’s future,
A promise to come, a future vow.
Yet still some look with Daniel to a future...
But that was then ... and this is now!
And the Lord of the dance has paid the piper,
And calls the tune for the last reprise.
But the empires dance on, caring not,
That they dance to the dirge of their own demise.
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