The Sky is Falling

The Sky is Falling

A Poem by Tate Morgan
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They don't know anymore than you how to ease your life's pain Nor do they know why the winds blow or how to make the skies rain

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"A woman drove me to drink and I didn't even have the decency to thank her. "
"Drown in a cold vat of whiskey? Death, where is thy sting?"
"More people are driven insane through religious hysteria than by drinking alcohol!"
 W. C. Fields

We knew them as rainmakers

in days that have long passed

Now they claim to be enlightened

from this incarnation they're  cast

 

They come from out of the woodwork

these prophets of the Lord

Claiming to be God's right hand man

here just to give you your reward

 

The story is always the same

bring your souls and your means

Grow a ladder to the heavens

 by planting a few magic beans

 

Please forgive me the resemblance

with the child's tale long told

Perhaps they've been around as long

as the prophecies they've foretold

 

So the next time someone tells you

that they know the Lord's will

Feel the cold winds whistling by

it's their conscience that gives you chill

 

We see each and every time

demons never appear

And all the predictions they made

were built on nothing more than fear

 

They don't know anymore than you

how to ease your life's pain

Nor do they know why the winds blow

or how to make the skies rain

 

Tate














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Author's Note

Tate Morgan
It never seems to end. These prophets predicting doom. The time before it was the Millennium. This time a date from prophecy. Always it is the same story these phony prophets of the scriptures. And always they leave nothing but heartache and disbelief in their wake.

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Excellent points and very well written. In my opinion, the only prophets (for a lack of a better term) that exist are within ourselves. By that I mean, I believe that we create our own reality; thus we choose to create outwardly what we think and feel on the inside (both individually and collectively). Unfortunately the negative seems to be outweighing the positive, but we are still able to see beauty and joy in life despite all the negativity trying to overshadow it all. That's just my opinion though... This was an excellent piece that was a pleasure to read. Thank you for sharing.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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I have to agree. This poem is spot on in its delivery and attitude. I dislike these folks all the time, but people will believe in anything as long as people say "Trust Me."

Posted 12 Years Ago


Fools follow fools

Well reflected

Posted 12 Years Ago


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I think I have said this before, when it comes to religion and politics both of which incidentally are preached by man...I don't believe a single word they say. Unless
God himself crashes through the Heavens and sits before me, It’s all hogwash in my book…Nicely done Tate…


Posted 12 Years Ago


I remember on Saturday my friend texted me at 5:55 (my timezone) with "Oh dear, the world ends in 5 minutes!"

I texted her back at 6:05 with "If this is heaven, I think I'm entitled to feel cheated."


It's so very true, we'll always have phony prophets and fake prophecies. It's such a part of life, and I think you captured it quite nicely.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Funny part of life. People need the Prophets and rainmakers. I feel the death of human life will be like a Nevil Shute novel "On the beach". Slow and terrible. I ain't no prophet. Easy to read the future when life is water, air and food. We don't stop war and start protecting nature. The real truth will be cold and hard.
"They come from out of the woodwork
these prophets of the lord"
Thank you for a excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Tate Morgan

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