Crucible Of Fire. Poem by Ross Mabey

Poem - Crucible of Fire.

By- Ross Mabey.

I, among-st many, was born into a world on fire,
A world at war, with the flames of selfish desire.
Freedom's voice was in danger of dying,
While Power and Pain,
Were pretending to be crying.

They were secretly delighted,
To witness battles,
That neither side, could have won,
With causalities, mounting up higher,
In that bloody, crucible of fire.

Why was it so? Did it have to be?
Where Power and Pain,
Appeared as though they were guiding,
Mankind's destiny, into history.


Imagine if God, in heaven above,
Looked down at a world in disarray
And said, "this is not what I had,
Intended, for mankind's destiny."
"This killing shall cease immediately."

"Mankind needs to raise his consciousness,
And learn the ways of divine love: ."
Then on the battlefield,
A storm of mammoth, proportions raged,
Thunder, lightening and driving rain,
Turned it into a quagmire.

The battles ceased, as the driving rain and lightening,
Caused the machinery of war, to grind to a halt.
Power and Pain, shook in terror for they were summoned,
By God to explain their role,
In this debacle and to make amends to all mankind,
No excuses were accepted,
His edict was, "to never let this happen again."

Written January 31st 2020.
Copyright © 2020. Ross Mabey.