Oh listen to the attenuated roar…
the same sound we heard before…
There once was light in the distant…
the days when the world was still infant…
Listen to the forge of steel…
darkness will return not to heal…
Oh listen to the many voices in grief…
the same sound that remove every belief…
There once before were faith in sight…
the gathering of all days in one night…
Listen to the words of those to lead…
ashes of light is what remain after the heat…
Oh listen to the apprehensive voice of your child…
civilization lost and gone wild…
Listen to the fearful words…
will the Sun still give tomorrow a birth…
these words and voices really hurt..
Oh listen to the lonely sound of the last child breathing…
the same sound we all made dying from what we bring…
There once was a future so bright…
the ending of days in the short blazing light…
Listen to your heart’s bravest song…
maybe there is still time to be strong…
Oh listen to these words spoken in your head…
the same sound we all hear as we make our last bed…
There once was a morningsun glowing in gold…
the end of glorious days and no one to hold…
Listen to the forge of eternal darkness…
there will come no more days and nights to bless…
A heartfelt, profound lamentation.
This a fine exemplar of the author’s admirable poetic metier.