While hearing about the US in particular, giving permission to Ukraine, to strike deeper into Russia territories.
Are we, as a society, on the threshold of nuclear war?
Apokalypsis Visions
(A lone voice whispers)
A symbolic door stands unopened
That leads to the destruction of liberty of the mind
To the birth of megatons of mushroom clouds of death and bright white light
And never-ending darkness
Left in its tide
A door trying to be opened by secret cabals
With spear tipped lies
A doorway to rows of dirt ridden coffins
Of all races
And rows of freshly graves
For the left behind
To dig
A passageway to bullet filled skies exploding in a rain of pain
Night and day
A new place where good people turn to ash grey and millions get glazed
A time of no call from on high
As weeping cries
Fill thunderous skies
All this I saw
An emptiness growing and while burning buildings fell
As multitudes of new singers yelled
Alguien nos salve
Alguien nos salve
(Someone save us)
In all that madness
I saw a tiny smouldering home
In the rubble
With a yellow plaque
On a burning wooden door
That read and spoke of hope
It said
Trust in the Lord
He knows your struggle
And as that burning building burnt
As the smell of destruction and chaos swept the land
Announced by drumbeats of fear that shook concrete flowers
Trying to grow in mounds of little dirt
A vision was shown
With such power
My brain hurt and
This I leave you with
In ending
At the brink of that ungodly hour
When seas turn from blue to red
As black skies
Fills with souls of the dead
When violent storms and hurricanes wed
Mankind will be backed into a carefully planned trap
Mapped by those who care not of peace
With no shame
But with a new world to gain
Names once told
Outlining this
Familiar to the herd
Now drift like lone icebergs in the cold
When wicked crones
Fly death bringing drones
When white flags
Carried by Banner men
Go into smoke ruined cities
Pretending to show pity
Turn up
With cages
Ready
In tarpaulin covered trucks
Know there is still hope
For even though countries stand
Hand in hand
Led by the Cabals
Marching band
Singing battle songs of war and glory
Behind that metaphorical door
Hope still
Precariously lives
With so much to give
Beyond the warm embrace
Of the ash clouds and death of so many races
The coming of Banner men and their hidden cages
And a new black sun
For you must march and pray for peace
Pray that door isn't opened in the Middle East
For the cost
When all is lost
Will be like in
The Book of Revelations
But like always
With a belief beyond the reach of the seven-headed beast
Light will always defeat darkness
For it's what all faiths
Preach for
In the purity of the soul
When engaging
With their version of the supernatural stillness
About that metaphorical door
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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