Har Meggido...A Tell Awaits

The site awaits, now forlorn, dust bleaching the ragged rocks
towering over the flat terrain thirsting for peace,
but sensing the rumble of completion far distant…
Yet approaching, silently, like a thief in the night.
Unexpected expectation..surprised yet nonchalant.
the hawk flies overhead…knowing its prey is vulnerable.
Unarmed with only tales of glory and wealth,
nothing to fight the evils intent on subjugation
Our lives are so ordered, implacable, immovable.
Full of egotistical wonder at our own mistaken splendidness.
Blinkered to the existence of our eternal fate,
and our belief that we are immortal.
For those who live without conscience
when the God worshiped is a green back
and morals alongside kindness are forgotten
in the melee of unbridled greed.
For those who refuse to hear the trumpet
And turn up the volume to blind their graces.
To never concede that mans footprint leave traces
For them, and them alone, Armageddon …. is not the end of the world
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*Har Meggido A tell Awaits (a Tell is a hill created by many generations of people living and rebuilding on the same spot) and is the supposed site of where the army will gather during the End of Days

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Hello Lodigiana...
This is awesome!
I wonder what would happen if we really liked a message, or something that might be a good tool for other readers and somehow we work together and pin it?
This is very informative...
Thank you for sharing...
Hugs...
sparrowsong
Hi Sparrowsong pleased you liked it! I like the idea of working together on a message we felt strongly about..more voices and all that! Thank you for your always welcome comments hun !
Lodigiana xx
Thank you Lodi for posting this, for many reasons. First and foremost it is a brilliantly structured poem and the linking of the end of days with greed is perfectly done.
Secondly though thank you for the definition of a tell in this sense. I have been trying to write about the Fresh Kills landfill site outside New York, now the largest man made structure in the world much larger than the great wall of China. A tell in the sense you have now given me (thanks SO much). A tell in so much as in a thousand years time it will tell people how wastefully greedy this time was.
Thank you for my way in Lodigiana, I always love your work.
Nigel
Oh wow Nigel I am so so pleased that this has been a help to you and you are very welcome. I didn't know about the Fresh Kills Landfill but have been reading about it and what an environmental abscess on the land it seems to have become ..whereas once it was a life enhancing tidal marsh!...Our once beautiful planet so quickly scarred by greed ,selfishness and waste...Thank you for your kind words always so appreciated.
Lodigiana xx
My Dear Lodigiana,
The "End Of Days" is coming
It is written on the wind
The Trumpet Heralds it's arrival
But evil ones refuse rescind
.
The Tell grows each generation
Soon the army will gather there
But Armageddon is non-existent
For those with no Souls to bare
All my love,
Larry xxx
Loving your view on the End of Days and agree wholeheartedly with your poignant and honest view of the outcome. Thank you my friend xx
Wow sublime and metaphorical poem, thought provoking and interesting. Peace thoughts and ways ought to predominate any Armageddon tendencies I hope n pray. Kudos for this great poem.
soo nice to read from your pen again, Pleez do add your thoughts to my newest poem too, titled, "jumbo jets vs..jays". I like to know different conclusions.
Thank you so much...appreciate you taking the time to read and comment
Lodigiana x