BAD TIMES!!

Someday, the archer’s quiver will get empty

He will reach for an arrow and find none

He will wander in the woods in frenzy

And loathe the fading sun

Someday, the big trumpet will sound

The beacon will be lit on the mount

It could be for war, an end to freedom

Or the real end, the Armageddon

Someday, the wall you lean against will fall

You may have to stand firm or go down

Regardless of how short or tall

Gravity will bear his crown

Someday, the people who make you smile shall be no more

They may not hear you when you call

Their warm embrace you ardently adore

Shall fall on the other side of the wall

We pray these days never come

But while we stay cool and calm

Bad times lurk on the shores of our lives

We better get prepared for nature has cast her dice

*Stanza 3 by my good friend Victor Ababio Amponsah