I hear the thunder of mighty men in
the galaxy of contention
I see the swarms like locusts flying
madly in each others faces
Animals of all kinds in unprecedented
numbers are readying for stampede
Crimson colors are replacing the cerulean
sky as hordes of birds fly
Prodigious prophets, shouting incessantly
no one is listening
The storm is approaching, wind gusts are picking up,becoming a gale
Earthlings doing the usual, ignoring all problems hoping they will go away
Having become inured to the constant threats that never materialized
Though some still have the ashes of 9/11 in their nostrils and can't forget
The air is rife with the scent of sorrow as if there is no tomorrow...
Unstop your ears, say prayers, there are celestial
communities that care, a Creator who is prepared!
etw
I say this: Please re-READ "HearThe Horn Blow!" and let it talk closer to You... Any You... READ it and think that we can still save our country.
The message was wide and wisely delivered... "HearThe Horn Blow!" is calling for REASONING our ways as society.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
A Poetess that writes one exceptional poem after another - beautiful!!
Take care,
Lance
PS Did that old Jersey Devil give you that picture of The Ancient Ed Brothers??
Georg
Newfie Hugs, Rose
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
nice...
Art Sun...
you say it fearlessly and very well, a mission statement for our times...if we're wise enough to listen and act.
John
Hugs! Jasmin Horst
Be always safe,
Karen
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(