Child Of The Future Poem by Mark Sellen

O Little child of prophecy,
Staring deep into the night,
I beg of you please tell me,
What is to be my plight?

With your mind forever active,
A living TV screen,
Who knows what you’re thinking,
Who knows what you’ve seen?

You had an unhappy childhood,
Suffered many things,
Perhaps this could be the reason,
Your mind has grown its’ wings?

To fly into the future,
Upon the winds of time,
To bring back information,
And give to me a sign.

Of what is to befall me,
And what there is to come,
To tell me when to fight it,
To tell me when to run.

O little child of prophecy,
Why are your eyes so bright?
Why do you weep, e’en in your sleep
What pains you in the night?

Your eyes are filled with terror,
Your expression, filled with pain,
Please repeat to me your warning,
That I may not be slain?

Though darkness now surrounds me,
And a numbness fills my head,
My spirit self is floating,
And I think, “perhaps I’m dead? ”

And once again I see you,
Staring deep into the night,
Your brow is wet with fever,
Your eyes are wide with fright.

You know that it’s the end now,
For mankind, one and all,
Why did we not listen,
And harken to your call?

To put down all our weapons,
And take each other by the hand,
To love one another,
And form a true brotherhood of man?