Poetry
Apocalyptic Madness
Because the world could be ending
And the earth is trembling
And we’re buying time
On credit cards and loans
Lets love
We haven’t anytime to waste
This is a matter of right
And now
As the minutes
And moments
And hours
Wind down
I need for you to be down
With loving me.
Like this is your last opportunity.
To walk toward eternity
To make time spin.
Even if we are close to the end.
Lets love.
Because we all can hear the vibrations
Of flat lines breaking
And ancient mosques are vacant
Lets fall on our knees praying
That peace will come our way
As we approach our final day
And lets love.
Let us prune a friendship
Entwine the limbs of our family tree
In 24 hours time
Because the numbers are draining
And sisters are complaining
That love stopped loving me
So brother, I need you, in this instance,
To not be so picky
And let’s love.
Let’s create
Before it gets too late
Because the man at the station
Is preaching revelations
And his kangol hat has a few dollars
And very little cents
Lets love.
Because the Levant is in flames
And democracy in vain
And leaders are chain smoking
In an opium den
Let’s love.
Because a Black Prince has come
And hope was spun
Into an American dream
Then all that ish Nostradamus said
Must be
So baby
Let’s love.
And because history has been discovered
And new stuff
Uncovered
That isn’t really new at all
Because cities are sinking
And Empires
rise
And fall
Let’s love
If the calendar days are scarce
And holidays are false
Let’s have a holy day of our own
We don’t need a preacher
Or justice of the peace
You don’t even have to marry me.
(Now you know I’m tripping)
As mothers cry out
And racists sink tea
Lets love.
look at me.
Hear me.
Love is the only gladness
Amidst this apocalyptic madness
The only thing that makes sense
Our only glimpse of
Peace
And because the world could be
Ending
Lets love.
Ayesha K. Faines copyright 2016