Monday, 3 January 2011

At the End of Time - A Poem

At the end of time, the end of age
Water will fill the Earth's lands
Wiping old rage, ushering in a new age.
The Earth does not die!

We will behold from the skies

King Aquarius

Who's coming was foretold by Jesus
The symbols smashed and misconstrued
By man's own love for the end of things
And new beginnings

With all the forces, of ancient days...

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"I would be quite satisfied if my novels (especially the ones i set in the past) did no more than teach my readers that their past - with all its imperfections - was not one long night of savagery from which the first Europeans acting on God's behalf saved them from."
Morning Yet on Creation Day, 1975. Chinua Achebe.

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