He did not want to walk through The doorway to the end He held my hands, pleading for time But he had to let go! Old man, I whispered, years later Nothing’s changed – still no Utopia We have a war, a recession False prophets, greedy men The plague and climate change We haven’t learned – it’s all the same!
The face of fear stands exposed In the cowering silence so bold Possessed with the burden Of a dying, decaying world: Rotten rivers and furrowed mud, Fallen trees and yellowed fields! Last of the spirits must now leave, Poisoned by the air they breathe. Howling waves and the silver moon Shed crystal tears on a barren Earth So bony white, eroded to the core Men gone; their destruction stays on!
Flesh and bones lie in a heap Men, women, children weep! Bloodthirsty, the weapons they wield Remorse none for their sinful deed Nor shame, or dread, or fear deep How long this power will they keep? Remind them how the tides swell Listen carefully to the death knell; When evil prevails, dark forces abide Anguished voices fail to subside Karma watches, records does keep Seeds they sowed, so must they reap Time renders mercy only to the meek The Punisher arrives and will seek The fearsome who now fearful seem Bloodied swords will lose their sheen This twist of fate, how events turn Destiny can make, break, and spurn, Tormentors humbled, tormented so Cowering cowards, all in Death’s row!