Hear their approaching hoofbeats,
See the destruction in their wake,
Know it is we who summoned them.
The poison of our hatred draws them,
As does the indifference in our hearts,
And the darkness in our souls.
As we've sown, so now we reap,
Division, acrimony, and ill will,
Harvests that nourish our inner demons.
War, famine, pestilence, and death
Trampling freedom, hope, and truth,
Co-opting and mocking God's grace.
The tipping point is visible on the horizon.
Soon there will be no turning back,
If we succumb to our collective madness..
You can hear my reading of this poem and many other samples of my published poetry, short fiction and new novel through my podcasts at https://open.spotify.com/show/1zgnkuAIVJaQ0Gb6pOfQOH