Def Poetry #6

Where have all the prophets gone?

A burning bush

and a final push

spurning interpretation of the swoosh

of the wind.

Inferences kept in

society steps in.

To stoke that fire of fear

it's clear that there is no longer room here

for the emergence of a seer.

These days of instant communication

make distant the room shakin insights

to the powers that be.

Revelry in false prophets

meant only to make profits

in keeping peoples minds

and taxing the real life

they drop it-

and set that ball rolling down the hill

on a crash course to fill

the chalice of social palace

enforcing beliefs to spill with malice

Hate speech on what used to reach

Our inner beings.

Where have all the prophets gone?

In this world of instantaneous gratification

I hurl the hope of spontaneous inspiration

choke on this thought of exclamation

of salvation.

Maybe each one of us is divine.

If we focus hard enough the water is wine

but then why?

Can't we relate?

Hate instead of innate understanding

communicate that grace

that is felt when you meet eye to eye with someone else's face.

These ties and bonds are strong

in the simplicity of why it's wrong

to murder and steal

for we all feel the weight at the end of the day,

bearing the burdens we take to our graves

and each one of our shoulder blades

struggle to hold our fates.

Difference is in the eye of the beholder.

But if we all shoulder a different mind set

I think we could find that

we're really all the same.

Different regions and cultures

preachin the others are vultures

instead of sharing in the sultries of this brotherhood of man

Perhaps the difference in game plan

is because they exist in different lands

sifting different sands

but through that same pan searching for gold

we're sold on the stories we're told.

But stop and think for a second.

Contextualize their evidence

and you'll find relevance in your own.

For the same tones

are found in every time zone

sharing ideals for a good life

put down the knife and dagger

stagger your ego and flow

with the wave of spirit

you can hear it echo

from all corners of this world.

Where have all the prophets gone?

Muhammad of the Qur'an

still speeds on

but it's time to turn a new dawn.

Revelation in today's society

tends to be seen in temptation for notoriety

piety is weak and the meek inherit

nothing in the words they fail to speak.

We're reaching the end of choice

a unifying voice

must puncture this void and exploit

the technology at hand

A new message is in desperate

need to set free man

from the shackles that band him to loathe

anyone who can't feed 5000 with two loaves

Or those that believe in the one who can.

Open our hearts mind spirit and soul

so that we may empty out what was full

and replace it with the spirit of the dove

All of the prophets preached love.

Where have all the prophets gone?