The Prophecy (Greedflation) Poem by Tamara Beryl Latham

As I closed my eyes that night,
I took a voyage through the sea.
He showed me worlds we've yet to know,
He showed me things still yet to be.


In spirit form, descending depths,
I traveled through the outer core,
where liquid iron and nickel flowed
and generations were no more.


Onward to the inner core
without a doubt, completely solid,
I sat upon majestic thrones of iron.


From the center of the earth
I witnessed sights beknown to none,
as images of things to come flashed by me.


I viewed previous centuries,
held burning embers in my hand,
I saw fire, and I saw ash,
and inhumanity to man.


I saw the hungry and the meek,
I saw the poor and up ahead,
I saw the crippled and the deaf
I saw the blind and countless dead.


Ascending from the inner earth,
I slowly turned to see our fate
And there I read the words of doom
inscribed upon a writing slate.


It's far too late to change the course,
you've lived without a moral creed.
Destruction is the price you'll pay,
and etched in stone the word was 'greed.'