Colin F. Jones

TOMORROW

What say you then of the future,
If not yesterday lived again,
Do you think we all should nurture,
The idea that He will come again.
I see panic as the peaks are melting
In the poles that balance the scales
Bewildered looks on pampered faces
As the world economy fails.
The greatest monuments of sin,
The temples of religious gain
Will they still push the power of him
As they also feel the pain.
Or will the great dictator topple,
From his monument of shame.

Look how the masses suffer,
The slaves of acute despair,
For their gold makes rich another,
Who will not give them their share.
But look now at the fear,
That fills their gloating eyes,
As drought claims another year,
And they hear the distant cries
Of famine driven vengeance,
From those who suffer from their lies,
As the oceans in full attendance,
Ensure that everybody dies,
Except the fishes and the insects,
As the final tides do rise.

Oh ‘tis gloom and doom they offer,
For in it they see a way,
To make their rich lives richer,
As they invent a new and better way.
But now the slaves rise to power,
The Popes bow to lick their boots,
In their soiled robes they cringe and cower,
To the poor men dressed in new suits.
As the rich become much poorer,
And the poor become the rich,
The future is not much surer,
Because the past was such a bitch.
For more of the same will follow,
Like water rising in a ditch.

Perhaps the Earth has just one problem,
That of the growing human kind,
For without their ambitious presence,
Disruption would be hard to find.
There would be no such thing as peace
And no such thing as war,
And the brutality of bird and beast,
Would not be overshadowed by man’s law.
Things would bloom and live and die,
As they were born to do,
There would not be the treacherous lie,
Nor the cages of the human zoo.
No Kings and Queens and Presidents,
No Popes no me and you.

To be continued…