Smoke Of Time Poem by pedro moshood

I have heard the whisper of warfare
And imagine teenage hands on the barrel,
Though I have not step a foot on the dying field.


Africa is a Demigod
And Europe and Asian are Titans
Clambering upon the confederate clammy rock of unity


I have heard of Atlantis
As the smoke of time in the bowel of oblivion.
The world is like my grandma's firewood.


The Titans once again will clash,
The Demigod will VANQUISH: humanity is a disease.
The pillars of the rock from its base will crack.

I see warfare like the furnace in my grandma's hearth,
The world is like a firewood kept in grandma's store
Awaiting the smoke of time.