The New Earth
Ruled by pharaoh, prince and gods,
Define by might, wealth and lust.
The chants and spells that magic cast
Banish by religion, burned to ash.
By the seashore there stand a cross
Guarded by knights sing, “do not cross”.
Deep in the abyss the Galleon stands
Armed by cannon, pulled by iron hands.
Iron kites roam the skies
Armed by wings with flying fires.
The colonies march and mourn their dead
Like a living hell, the new earth.
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beautiful post. I sometimes feel that with SteemIt and other bitcoin technologies, the pyramids of the pharaohs are now flattening out and we are witnessing an age of economic freedom like never before.
Here in Philippines, in the far place from my city, its been almost 6 months but still the war hasn't ended. No more oneness.
Upvoted and following. Really good work. Well done Edwin. Its a sad world. Check out my new song. I know how you feel buddy. :( Never give up.