No man knows
The time nor the hour
Yet he fears
The space in between
Where life
Borders on the fringe
Of obscurity
The living
Knowing only
What the dead interprets
And history changes as seasons
Wars fought hailing
Religions banner
Countries forged in
Violent manner
Proceeds
Upon vanity fair
And if heaven
Is but an illusion
And God the idea insane
What then
Could possibly turn back
Camorra's tide?
For peace upon the land to reign
While despotism
A memory best
Forgotten
Fester's bane upon the plains
Death grows tired of collecting
Unlike debt
That knocks unsolicited
The earth will continue to turn blissfully
And life
Continues to flourish
What imprint will posterity find
Of yours and mine left behind?
Will peace reign or
Violence shine?
Or will man himself
Be
Left
In
Decline?
