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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