Silence and Nothing

For all the noises the world makes,
Early risers chasing intoxicating drink,
Hell-bent riders shunning the light of day,
All-night revelers racing to the brink,
Daring the Almighty God to His face
To do with haste what He so threatened,
The only sounds left above the sinful din:
Will be a shaking in the hills at first,
Then banners flapping from nations afar,
Their horses' hooves building building to
Their battle cries like the roaring seas,
Then, silence and nothing...
     as sorrowed darkness
          blankets the noiseless land.

Isaiah 5

by J Alan R
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