'the best of seers is he who guesses well'
Euripedes: fragment
Like panicked wildebeest
we are gathering momentum
toward annihilation.
Only the old will be saved this terrible fate,
for they have outlived their uselessness.
The nuclear button is pressed
and nothing can stop the journey.
It will end in cataclysmic glory,
when the air stifles, rivers clog,
trees die, and children mutate
into brainless beings.
See.
The cloud on the horizon grows
with the thundering of a billion hooves.
It's getting closer.
No.
There's nowhere left to run.
It has begun;
And you, ignored the warnings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wisdom, insight and observation with patience, Seems to be the 'gift' given to those who age. And become unafraid to assess that which is seen. Jerry, I enjoyed reading your PROPHECY. With a clarity that has come to me. Nice. Thank you.