The Ending Poem by Faruk Buzhala

'' Two thousand years ago ended the voyage of the prophets''

People are left
at the crossroads of life
without knowing the direction to go:
Past, Present, Future,
or...? ! .

Old wisdom
We took for the worse
and put them into a bag.
Then we upload into time
the burden of our sins.

We annihilated darkness
But we were left in the dark,
with tired eyes barren of myopia
seeking the grace of gods fire
wasted somewhere in the universe.