Lit eZine Vol 7 | p-3 | POETRY | It Came to Pass

SHORT POEM

IT CAME TO PASS
by Ivan A Salazar M

It came to pass, 
in the twilight of our days,
when the sun's weary gaze 
clung to the horizon,
that humanity stood 
at the crossroads of fate,
its veins coursing with the 
tumult of centuries.

The winds whispered 
secrets of desolation,
as if the very air bore 
witness to our unravelling.
From the depths
the tempests of conflict swept,
their fury etching scars 
upon the land and its people.

In this decade of reckoning, 
we faced our truth,
the climate shifting 
like a wounded beast,
its wrath unbridled, 
glaciers weeping,
and oceans swallowing
islands whole.

Economic migration, 
a desperate exodus,
as families clung to hope 
like shipwrecked sailors,
seeking refuge 
in foreign lands,
their dreams carried 
on tattered wings.

Political storms, 
thundering across continents,
leaders rising and falling 
like constellations,
their promises fading 
into cosmic dust,
while the masses 
yearned for stability.

And so, we stood 
at the precipice,
our fragile world 
gasping for breath,
equality of opportunity, 
a distant star,
its light obscured 
by the smoke of greed.

But hope lingered, 
a stubborn ember,
bridging the gap 
of inequality,
not through grand gestures 
or symphonies,
but through the quiet 
revolutions of the heart.

Democracy, 
flawed and fragile,
yet our only beacon 
in the gathering darkness,
the ballot box 
a talisman against despair,
as we wove our fate 
like spiders spinning silk.

And so, let this be a warning 
etched in verse,
a plea to the winds 
and the stones,
that we may rise above 
our animal instincts,
and become stewards 
of this wounded Eden.

For it came to pass, 
and so it shall be,
that we are both architects 
and destroyers,
our choices echoing 
through time,
as the sun weeps 
for what might have been.