Penultima

Beryl posted under PenMuse-02 Poetry on 2018-12-27



Swirling in an endless gyre Violence floods the ancient land A million eyes gaze at the fire But raises not one helping hand.

What shall be mankind's story? What shall become of tomorrow? Every bygone pomp and glory Only the desert sands do know.

Once there was Abel and Cain Now there is Animal and Man His shining brilliance is in vain If so little does his mercy span.

When innocent blood is spilled From hearts that beat just like ours Is not our immortal soul killed And humanity in its final hours?

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