Death Of Humanity Poem by Elizabeth Ann JohnsonMurphree

In the darkness of humankind's
sorrow the mind's eye begins to
see the weaken spirit; a weeping
brought forward by the beasts of
death.

Do we live in a world of madness,
days and nights on fire with
turmoil, are we walking a winding
path toward certain destruction.
Death of humanity will ride the
quake into a long and tearful
night; the blazing light of day
will open the true self of a
restless world a deviant light.

A steady storm is flowing across
the soul of humankind, fear grips
the heart of fallen men and women;
the state of mind must cross a
threshold into a peaceful existence
if we are to survive.