Rejects
We are the ones who were left behind When the angels came, on plumes of light, And the ground opened, and demons came With smoke, devouring all in sight.
Though not quite all. We few remain. A muted crew to steer the world. And culled of good and bad we've grown To see each other's faults and shrug And see our own and just get on with life.
Some say we'll wait a thousand years Before whatever next arrives. A book contained it all! But no one knows, And we don't care.
We find our world is quiet now, A gentle rhythm fallen into. Year on year we till the earth, And dress our children, Light our fires, Write new songs, Forget the ages. Could it be We were the lucky ones?
#poem #freeverse #political 2018-06-14