SOMETHING IS AMIDST

SOMETHING IS AMIDST
Ricardo Antonio Garcia

There is 
a great sandstorm coming.
Higher than 
the clouds and moving slowly
it shall 
consume the bravery of heart
and make meek men 
out of
the power players that have evolved
from the 
castings of role models.
The sand gale 
represents the enormity
that the Truth is making its way
and that 
all of mankind will awaken.
There is a great message
that will forebear.
Not even
the sweat equity owners
will be immune
 or out of harms way
when the burst of its energy
consumes
 the alabaster catharsis of our Souls
and melts 
like molten lava our hopes.
The sand gale
is God walking toward us
teaching us 
that those that Love Him
will be 
the masters of our destiny
for even the wicked muscular
shall fall 
by the wayside of this War.
The imbalanced World
sharing pain
and suffrages will fall
only to have risen again
in the Holy name of Christ, our Lord.

There is
a great sandstorm brewing before us
and the 
Angelic voices of His discernment
shall be 
the fruit we all shall eat
for the rotting carcinogens
of our crops 
have failed to farm our minds
and the
health of our beings dread.
Becoming consumed by sand
our lungs
will choke for air to breathe
knowing that our demise 
was wrought
by greed and our appellate.
When the World is awoken
it will be 
our time when significance bells
and all will hear the ring.
From the African villages
to the modern towers of society
the glass will shatter 
and fall 
from their structures steel.
Suppressors
hoarders of greediest acts
will be consumed first
for the burdens of mankind 
rest between the nails
that raked 
the innocent wounds.

The great 
sandstorm will kill many in its wake.
I dare not say the numbers 
for the tsunami
of its efforts will take.
We will
dance with our children
and read 
them bedtime stories of the Till
as the
image of the beast grows
outside the opened windows 
as drawn
curtains plum in its breeze.
Power 
will be crushed by power
and Gods wrath
upon the darkness shall incur
the Soul
to lock away the Spirit.
There is something happening
in the air
and we sense 
a great change about to come.
My nose smells like a dog
and I know
of these fermenting odors
that the tragic consequence
of our reprisals 
shall doom all of mankind.
I see 
building clouds in the West
and to the East 
and around the Globe
the hour of judgment is nigh.

Not even 
the naysayer is in opposition
that something is amidst.