Look, O men look!
Look at the images current winds
paint,
They are images of crippled dreams,
Pictures of broken wishes,
Paintings of a lifeless future;
They are drawings which bid us to
prepare our young for the fast arriving hostile times,
To teach them all of secrets to
longevity,
To ready them for the quick coming
dark days.
For Earth is getting old, soon it
will lack life,
Its shadow is slowly like fog
clearing away,
Its soul is steadily making entrance
to lands that exist below and beyond,
Look, discern the time; it is now
to fly away, far,
For Earth is a burning candle, soon
it will be there not.Gerry Sikazwe
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