The Doom Prophet Poem by Lazarus Knix

Beneath the stark spring sunlight burns
One blossoms fervor for return
To spread her lavish limbs again
And drench the branches, end to end
With a deluge of pink allure

The palm which cradles her this year
Shakes winter frost off of his ears
As to hear her pink petition, and
(Like revelation to religion)
Regurgitates what she has said.

He names her words the will of God
Chastising all who dare respond
With indifference or apathy
Blaming state on society
With metaphysical vision

But come October's light white rain
The prophet sleeps, his petal’s slain
Yet prophets all have prophesied
“Fate without God is fate defied”
And though their word haven't died
Society still stands-
Despite what prophets prophesize.