Ruins

He said with rapidly failing breath

"You need to trust , have faith "

In what ,where or whom ? 

I questioned the vacuum 

People had turned to stone 

Stirrings stilled , no moan

Whither to go? What to ask? 

Wherein lies next survival task?

Stony faces of the living 

No speech , little feeling 

They're dead . Screamed

The molten gold summer skies ,

They're gone , mourned 

The howling winds, hovering kites

In a land laid bare, bereft

There is no fear of theft

Providence has given , grain and gain

And it has taken again and again

For thousands of years 

Words will fall on deaf ears

Underneath rubble of despair

Stench of destruction , sealed

Till inquisitive hands prise

Apart and display the prize

To God

Reviled  

Revealed 

Accursed 

Ill fated 

What an year

Mere misery 

The rains are late 

Fast losing the test 

Of our fate

Love and hate 

All bound 

To hound 

Desecrate 

You have for certain

Fled your temples 

Empty stones 

Roads ,ruins 

This is the end 

Goodbye my friend

Plague and war

You may applaud 

Or snigger

You reactions 

Go figure 

Meanwhile 

Black death

Chars the 

Noble earth