A Prophecy: 2 Poem by DM W

A Prophecy: 2



The moon and the sun spoke to me last night
In a language I could not comprehend.
What strange dreams navigate the febrile night?
What alien gods dwell amongst the stars?
Perhaps we'll know a thousand years from now;
When bold technology is at its height,
Space ships will explore distant galaxies
And neon architecture will displace
The old, crumbling buildings of yesterday.
Will Utopia be achieved on earth
Without a vainglorious revolution?
Will society at large be organised
In terms of survival of the fittest?
Will there be endless wars with other worlds?
Or will there be a profound peace on earth;
That will make Heaven's angels weep with joy? !

Thursday, September 5, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: dreams
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