Har Meggido..A Tell Awaits Poem by Lodigiana Poetess

The site awaits, now forlorn, dust bleaching the ragged rocks
towering over the flat terrain thirsting for peace,
but sensing the rumble of completion far distant…
Yet approaching, silently, like a thief in the night.

Unexpected expectation..surprised yet nonchalant.
the hawk flies overhead…knowing its prey is vulnerable.
Unarmed with only tales of glory and wealth,
nothing to fight the evils intent on subjugation

Our lives are so ordered, implacable, immovable.
Full of egotistical wonder at our own mistaken splendidness.
Blinkered to the existence of our eternal fate,
and our belief that we are immortal.

For those who live without conscience,
when the God worshiped is a green back,
and morals alongside kindness are forgotten
in the melee of unbridled greed.

For those who refuse to hear the trumpet
and turn up the volume to blind their graces.
To never concede that mans footprint leave traces
For them, and them alone, Armageddon
is not the end of the world