Here's my second ruba'i. Please let me know what you think?
Plowshares
Alone below a dismal, purple sky,
Megiddo stretching far beyond the eye.
Bones: bleached inscriptions written in the dust
A monument to those who would defy.
Suddenly, stood a multitude nonplussed
The petty, the mighty, all the unjust
The insignificant next to the great,
No choice, that was past, they did what they must.
Clothing stained by the bitter blood of hate.
The books were then opened to fix their fate.
Treading the grape this fierce vintage of wine,
None to turn away, to propitiate.
The heavens folded in as by design,
Dross to burn, gold and silver to refine.
What will remain on this terrible day?
When the sun will finally cease to shine.
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2007-07-30
11:46:08
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