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I've Seen The Future


I've seen the future,
I painted it in a vivid picture.

It was,

Wilted roses and bloody skies,
Miles and miles of wheat field destroyed by blight,
Many dead seas and dying lands,
Nations in despair untouched by light.
It was,
Gardens of hope overrun by thistles and thorns,
Battle axes and split skulls,
Great battles won but no victory songs.

I saw Today in the mirror of truth,
Emaciated and disfigured,
and though she fed on the choicest meal,
The nothingness nibbled at her from inside.

I've seen the future, Ignoramus,
I've seen the future, Nostradamus.

I saw Tomorrow die,
Slowly,
Painfully,
Her lungs filled with Today's fume,
Her tar covered skin glistering under scorching sun,
Her muffled whimpers,
Drowned by the thunderous tides.

I've seen the future, because I dare,
I've seen the future, it seemed so blur.

I've seen the future,
and Asaase Yaa*,
She was curled up in her own blood,
having been gang raped
by politicians and men of religion
and we stood by doing nothing.

I've seen the future, apocalyptic,
I've seen the future and I'm no mystic.

I saw the blind holding lamps,
in lands of light men walked in the dark,
I saw whores dressed in virgin white,
and I saw Ignorami with power rule the land.

I've seen the future draped in gray,
I've seen the future but can not say.

I've seen it,
the Present and the Future,
Pitted against each other in a chess match,
Checkmate, Checkmate...

*****September 9, 2012*****



*Asaase Yaa: She is the Earth goddess of Fertility and upholder of Truth. She is the wife of Onyankopong, the supreme being who created the Universe,  mother of many less goddess, demigods and Anansi the Trickster.
She has no temples and is worshiped in the fields. 

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