Transcending time and space,
I see past, present and the future.
I saw the evolution of humans,
And from humans to a social creature.
The past is rather an untold story.
From microorganism to man,
From man to his thirst of glory.
The story reveals the uncertainty,
Which eventually becomes a tragedy.
Tragedy has many faces to show
War, holocaust and much more
As the screams of the dying reach its crescendo
But truth is that the social creature never learns
It becomes death itself and its own destruction
Even screams cannot make it slightly discern
Future is what I most fear,
It’s the future I never see clear.
It changes from time to time,
I see heaven and hell all in one,
Lost to the existence of its own paradigm.
Present is like a thread of strings,
With each second, changes make a swing,
Its like birds flying with torn wings.
Still present is what holds the future.
It still holds hope.
Its still gives Mankind its last chance,
Like a falling mountaineer grabbing its rope.
©julliepoet
J