Prophecy Poem by Moses Samandar

All look for a prophet
Many are lost
Although a few will lead
For greed and sorrow
They are not the prophets
The prophets exist in the heart of the outspoken
Small people who live the hopes of others
Who never accept recognition
Look for those people
Do not look for your corrupt leaders
The good is difficult to find
The lost is easy to find
Dreaming and dreaming
I dream the Universe is ripping out of existence
I worry for famine, war and the outspoken
Although I also believe prophets are not created they are earned
Forgive my difficult words
I try only to understand
I am slowly dieing.
Waiting for that prophet to come.