Jeremiah the Prophet

An Excerpt from, "The Last Prophet, on the Eve of Destruction, " coming soon.

For Jeremiah was a prophet, 
An unlucky one at that. 
He’d been given all the answers, 
But the people turned their backs. 
So the man could not find sleep, 
No peace inside his cot, 
He saw the flames unleashed,
As the rubble turned to rot.
 
He cried into the night, 
He cried the whole night long,
Besieged by visions, cloaked in light,
He found no sleep till dawn.
But oh, the sun, what wretched sight!
Revealed its dreadful spawn.
His vision blurred, with aching spite, 
His dreams had not been wrong.