Epiphany
Where are todays prophets
those who dare project
events that human passion cannot alter
of future times harsh and bitter
Where are the seers of fate
who urge humanity to wake
while they wallow in primitive nakedness
and believe that flesh is worn best
beneath a covering of illusion
weighted down by bad decisions
Where are the predictors of tomorrows events
that will bring gloom along with consequences
are they disturbed by visions keen
are they unwilling to reveal hardships foreseen
The faint glow of prophets in our society
like the lamp of life shining on humanity
lives in a spirit that burns with endeavor
as she warns of approaching danger
GRETA can see earths darkening borders
envision dead flowers on murmuring waters
and with no lingering hesitation
she urges all to make the right decision
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