Lies and Illusions

The Lord speaks
His prophet I am
Yes, the Lord speaks
And his messenger I am
Bringing the message of bliss
Ecstasy and auspiciousness
Rejoice, your heretofore anguish ends

Listen people!
I have heard from the Lord
His voice says
That the sun will come out in the morrow
After which we shall be greeted by the night
The Lord has spoken!
It will not rain in January
I will not break the order
So he said

Oh prophet!
All these we already know
We seek that which is riddled
Pray thee, canst thou speak of the unknown?
Like when the uprising will start

I am only a prophet
Says he
I speak that which is revealed
The sovereign reveals not all

Ask, who reveals it?
The sovereign or your gluttonous belly
Never hast thou spoken of the doom that lives with us
Calamity that is to come
And the pestilence to be unleashed
Who knows not that it rains not in January?
Who knows not that the land is bedeviled with corruption?

Oh prophet!
You can deceive us no longer!

Author's Note

A critical and thorough critic will be appreciated.

Reviews

[Be-creactive7742]

In my opinion, your word usage is phenomenal, I'm curious as to what literature you would recommend for a fellow writer. I love the Shakespeare-esk tone to it. The sense of religion tying into the theme of it adds a mystic beauty. I envy your structure and how you manage to drive home such paradoxical themes into such a short poem. Magnificent. Keep writing, I await to read more! Love and light, Brian.