Thie Next Reign Poem by Tony Adah

It will not be long
Those who are eating now
Will yawn and cry
The mountains will crumble
And the debris will harm.
Where the king stays no more
Will be; ;
The storms will take the feather diadem
And the slabs of rock will dent the sceptre
The kingdom's epochal nepotism
Will tear into shreds
Those supported the reign will clad
The shreds and look for food
Where it doesn't exist
And for water in a desert without oases.
A new kingdom will come
Where the old failed
It will succeed and everybody
Will be their brother's keeper
In a kingdom where only one king reigns
With a human heart
And of prognosis this will come to pass
And the prophet a partaker greater than now.