The Holy Trumpet Poem by Dana Khamash

A holy trumpet gathers all his breath to blow and spread his nople faith.
Between angels and demons stands to set free an invisible shadow of his boundless voice.
Black and white spirits bow before him with ultimate weakness and supmission, wait for promises and covenants to knit a new colour of life.
Peace and love are supposed to fly and touch every single, lost heart, but the portrait of the black greed has already shaped in their minds.
Kings and Queens rise their swords up; seeking for power and numbers scored on silver and gold.
Thus, the pure convection rules with truth and justice sacred goals.
Never surrenders, never falls.
Chaos, wars and dead innocent souls.
Between the light and darkness the holy trumpet reveals again. Thither a divine voice finally says with anger and wisdom 'we judge them today'.