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a murder of crows rising against the sky
while I am pumping gas into the car
and pumping carbon emissions into the gray air
while ice caps are melting into the rising oceans and the dying seas
while wild fires are raging over the drought-stricken land
and destruction is coming down the road in the middle of the day
coming with chainsaws and mighty trucks rumbling
coming and cutting down the world's last rain forests
while monsters historical and mythological are prowling the dark streets
and terror is entering the school buildings with death in his heart
while we hear the news of wars and rumors of war
and armies fleeing to the mountains and deserting their allies to be killed
but rushing to save the oil fields, rushing to the aid of the obscenely wealthy
desolation in the White House, desolation in the Kremlin
Mary Magdalene surrounded by Judas eyes
our children yearning to hear the voice saying "do not be afraid, it is I"
but seeing outside their windows the spreading of darkness
and other signs of the end times.
But, lo, look to the heavens where there is a great light
that shines in this darkness
and gives us great joy
and peace
amid the signs of the end of times.
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~~~~~~~©2019 Susan Williams
Didn't you used to have another poem with the title " A Murder of Crows" ? Or is this the one I am thinking of? Did you change the title? Or am I just senile?
Ha! I found it! The other poem is called Uneasy Murder of Crows. It has inspired another poem by me called Thinking of Susan Williams.
Hey there, Robert, that was a very clever comment! ! ! ! Reading your poetry requires no thanks from you- I do the thanking! ! !
This is perfect for reading at Christmas. A perfect 10...and to my favourites. I am struck by the imagery of the children. I think this poem can address the very young, and the child within. Each one of those children might have a rather different response to both darkness and light. Superb verse, Susan.
Thank you for always delving deep and responding even deeper- you make me want to write better
All the countries stay baffled and bewildered before a microscopic virus and man is rendered so helpless. Truly we all doubt if it is the prelude to an apocalypse. As you have stated in the concluding lines.... the only possible solution is to look up to the Heavenly light. A wonderful poem that reflects some of the highly annoying signs of the times. Top marks.
Thank you for delving deep in your comments- the world wouldn't be in such a mess if there were more like you- -especially in government!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Human race has transcended all limits and encroached into all the vaults where nature has kept its most valuable treasures. Wealth is getting accumulated by a few persons, who get all protection from the system. People are persecuted in their own land, in the name of religion, caste or creed. And the rich countries refuse the refugees. Refugees, including women and children are left to die in the seas. Wonderful poem. On the contemporary issues.
Thank you for joining into the spirit of this poem but then again you always do.