Shadows of terror sweep my soul,
Like a world darkened from the eclipses of old.
A world where darkness is called by name;
A world which glorifies malice and rage.
A world where intelligence no longer succeeds;
A world where morals become the disease.
A world where justice protects the insane;
A world where lawlessness socially does reign.
Now our days race with rage,
As shadows continue to twist and change;
Like seas churning with the winds of a storm,
These shadows are continually born:
They’re stripping away our G-d given sovereignty:
Bringing forth hell … aligned in calamity,
Seeking a god in the depths of their depravity:
This is their change; shadow filled amity.
I bow down with broken esteem
Praying to God — this world will see;
Hoping God — will dissolve her disease,
Believing God — will return her to her feet.
Shadows by K. Saitta © 2009, A Walk In Verse