Silence can be a golden moment in time
when there is no noise filling the mind
music doth sooth stress of modern society
easing the eerie sense of impending doom
fading are those days when we all cared
replaced by need of more gain for oneself
or selfless act of kindness with no bad intent
life meant more than money in your hand
imaging feeling secure safe when home or out
no fear of attack or abuse from friend or foe
most people helped each other love was love
a smile was innocent and a touch held no fear
those days hath faded dreams our delusion
now lives filled with strife and confusion!
Always the warnings of the coming end times
the predicted arrival of a being
some the messiah is whom they are waiting
others the evil one is overdue
religion and war unifying its onslaught on souls
as the death list continually scrolls!
The Foureyed Poet.