Mourner
Created | Updated Apr 12, 2020
Mourner
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Who will be there to mourn the Earth, On the day the waters rise And the axis tilts And the asteroid hits And the smoke blots out the skies? Who will be there to sing her songs? Not the ones who'd rather Cheer a man chase a ball Than watch a worm crawl Across a dew-damp flower. They'll be down in the shelter in that hour, Fighting over the last energy drink. When the hour strikes, As strike it must, When life turns to dust, Who will be there To offer a thought or a prayer? Will anyone care? Or will they be thinking, 'I died with the most toys. I won.' My mother, I grieve for you in advance, Since I may not be there for the funeral. |
| And the voice of harpers, and musicians, and of pipers, and trumpeters, shall be heard no more at all in thee. Revelation 18:22 |
