Corruption In The End Of Time Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The screen glows gray, a daily dread,
Of leaders lying, truth unsaid.
In halls of power, shadows creep,
Dishonest deeds while good folk sleep.

From lands afar to kingdoms near,
A rotten scent, fueled by fear.
The stories told, a weary song,
Of right and wrong, where wrong feels strong.

The old book speaks, of times like these,
Of falling stars and troubled seas.
A warning whispered, low and deep,
'The final harvest's close to reap.'

So we stand now, in troubled light,
And wonder if the book is right.
A world that turns, a world that groans,
On seeds of lies, and broken stones.

T.M.Solvang