deepundergroundpoetry.com
Megiddo
- Megiddo -
I am there on those red plains, and I see the coming night,
All about me are the bones of those with whom I did fight.
Their cause will not be remembered by the coming dawn,
Those fallen men and women, the soldier and the pawn!
I cannot know the reasons, why the first bombs had to fall,
And I could not see, who it was that broke the old wall…
But now they are amongst us, slaying with such passion.
How dare they call themselves angels, in haughty fashion!
The horsemen went trampling, and their harvest was grim.
Four were their number, punishing each man for every sin!
It is too late to surrender, for on this day our blood flows,
Perhaps in the future, there will be peace everyone knows.
The tanks are now broken, their shells spent and no more,
It has been two hundred years since I saw man’s final war.
My body was glorified, but my darkness could not cease!
But at least now it is over, and there can be a lasting peace.
There: on those plains, where the blood stained all the soil,
I see them still cremating all they who fell by conflict’s toil.
Nearby, a lake of fire has been torn into the burning sands,
There, at the site of Megiddo in the heart of the holy lands.
But I see nothing sacred, in the carnage that was wrought!
Even the angels wept, for their bloody deed and thought…
What happened to forgiveness; was it too much to grant?
Look: there in that rubble, is a tiny, growing young plant!
Generations have passed now, since the last flames died,
The fires went cold and there is no place for evil to abide.
I cannot remember what the final war was fought about…
Perhaps that is for the best, lest I grow sad and thus pout!
I now am an angel, or something just as grand I am told…
One of those survivors whose heart has grown ever bold.
A new world is our home now, and Megiddo is long dust,
People act as brothers and sisters, in love and deep trust!
I hope, war is not something that will rear its’ ugly head…
My tears fell enough in the past, for the fallen long dead.
In ashes of Terra, in the wake of annihilation most severe,
When Megiddo was broken, and the Dragon knew fear!
I am there on those red plains, and I see the coming night,
All about me are the bones of those with whom I did fight.
Their cause will not be remembered by the coming dawn,
Those fallen men and women, the soldier and the pawn!
I cannot know the reasons, why the first bombs had to fall,
And I could not see, who it was that broke the old wall…
But now they are amongst us, slaying with such passion.
How dare they call themselves angels, in haughty fashion!
The horsemen went trampling, and their harvest was grim.
Four were their number, punishing each man for every sin!
It is too late to surrender, for on this day our blood flows,
Perhaps in the future, there will be peace everyone knows.
The tanks are now broken, their shells spent and no more,
It has been two hundred years since I saw man’s final war.
My body was glorified, but my darkness could not cease!
But at least now it is over, and there can be a lasting peace.
There: on those plains, where the blood stained all the soil,
I see them still cremating all they who fell by conflict’s toil.
Nearby, a lake of fire has been torn into the burning sands,
There, at the site of Megiddo in the heart of the holy lands.
But I see nothing sacred, in the carnage that was wrought!
Even the angels wept, for their bloody deed and thought…
What happened to forgiveness; was it too much to grant?
Look: there in that rubble, is a tiny, growing young plant!
Generations have passed now, since the last flames died,
The fires went cold and there is no place for evil to abide.
I cannot remember what the final war was fought about…
Perhaps that is for the best, lest I grow sad and thus pout!
I now am an angel, or something just as grand I am told…
One of those survivors whose heart has grown ever bold.
A new world is our home now, and Megiddo is long dust,
People act as brothers and sisters, in love and deep trust!
I hope, war is not something that will rear its’ ugly head…
My tears fell enough in the past, for the fallen long dead.
In ashes of Terra, in the wake of annihilation most severe,
When Megiddo was broken, and the Dragon knew fear!
Published 28th Jan 2012
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 0
reading list entries 0
comments 0
reads 769
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.
