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BLACK AND WHITE
O floating denizens of domains, unseen,
Vampires surround my whole being,
O ye guardian angels of the One True God,
Wherefore have you vanished from the scene?
O you my friend, when you look at me,
With a horrified stare in your eyes,
I am desperately lost, I seek support,
To convince and with my sane replies.
I picked a petal of a budding rose,
And found a dewdrop hidden within,
Nature's secrets are beyond my reach,
As an unwept tear in eacg flower glows.
A term we must endure on this land,
Bearing the havoc flung by time's hand,
A cauldron of red-hot passion I am,
Moulded and fashioned like a man.
The murky hearted of this dwindling place,
Have forgotten the virtues of spiritual grace,
Hiding their darkness they think they are fair,
As black and white fight to be in place.
I am not a prophet nor a saint,
Nor am i a renowned soothsayer,
But I see as evil and its dark paint
Spreading its shadows everywhere.
Let us turn in repentance to our God
And pray to Him and His divine help
For the batallions of the anti-Christ
Are getting ready with all their might.
Be ye believers of the Bible
Or followers of the four Gospels
Or faithful ones of Krishna and Buddha
Or the scattered Muslims just and noble.
Shun materialism and all its luxuries
For they are but a trap laid to ensnare us
Hearken to the good teachings of all prophets
And prepare yourself against the souls' worries.
The time of the Armageddon is near
For the clash of truth against falsehood
Christ is waiting for us to greet him
And his believers too...for his welcome.
Let our places of worship resound with hymns
Glorifying the One True God
Whom the Messiah called as his "Father"
Let us be worthy for his great kingdom.
There are no blacks nor there are whites
Nor brown or yellow Adam's children
There are only two groups: the good and the bad
So let us all be one in religion.
We -- all the good ones -- must unite
And shun prejudices of black and white
We all are descendants of Adam and Eve
So let us be ready for the final fight.
So quick to grip the reader, with all that heat, fury, despair and pain. I had to reread it twice to take it all in. But I was left to wonder who had that questioning look in her starry eyes (the saint or the she devil?) I could not tell which. This read as a poem written as if to try to pacify someone. A result of red hot passion I am? Born of passion you mean between the two people who created you out of love or born to be a very passionate man yourself? I was not so sure. Will love it if you take the time to clarify all this for this uncertain reader. I loved the changing out of black souls behind white pristine facades that they show the world. I found that ending quite befitting and truly beautiful. Many can say they have known such suspicious beings. That is why we come into this world as lambs but are warned to be as clever as wolves, so to see those for what they really are and steer clear of their selfish schemes. Anyway, I'm sure you can tell I loved this poem and its not even a fourth so lovely as its writer of it. winks. you know who ........so why type it. laughs.