The Watchman Poem by Brent McBride

Dead men walking all around is all that he can see
A warning from a Watchman's cry, a Great Calamity
Goes unheeded and ignored, for all men seek their own
They're eye's are blind, they're ear's are deaf, they're hearts are made of stone
In the distance looms a darkness coming on the land
The Watchman's heart is heavy for what is now at hand
Yet he stands steadfast at his post, his words remain unbroken
To fulfill a higher call for that he was chosen