Resurrection

A gale howls, a storm screams
   
      The pattering of the rain is heard
   
      Draw the shutters, lest unawares
   
      The wind catches us in our abode
   
      The world is burning, without flames
   
      The smoke rises, leaving no soot
   
      Only the charred remains
   
      Of women and men who once walked
   
      The night is surely long
   
      The darkness is all-engulfing
   
      The hour is no doubt late
   
      And the man is yet to come
   
      The chains will now be broken
   
      The bars will now be split
   
      The truth, long sought, will be spoken
   
      From tongues like daggers' hilt
   
      A sun new will arise
   
      To a newborn dawn
   
      The stars will again shine
   
      On a world they thought gone

The Walking Dead

        Tears of grief are falling
     

        From every eye
     

        Shall I not laugh
     

        And carouse and fly?
     

        The world is dead
     

        To the morning lark
     

        Its bosom gushes forth
     

        The milk of human grief
     

        Somewhere distant
     

        A child laughs aloud
     

        And I start
     

        Taken aback: shocked
     

        People are dying, people are crying
     

        The streets are full of tears
     

        The graveyards are crowded
     

        Who has died now?
     

        Is it man himself?
     

        Or is it the joy in him?
     

        The child that lives within?
     

        I want to laugh
     

        Can I commit this folly?
     

        Amidst a throng of men
     

        The walking dead!