Crossroads Poem by Al J. Cuesta

Mankind lives at the crossroads

Home of the lost souls
Hermes said in conversation

We sit around waiting for our train to reach the station
We sit around in lethargic lifeless lament

Waiting for forgiveness, but only if we repent

Today Egypt seems merely but a metaphor

In my world, In our time

What happened there? 

What happened then? 

For it feels we forgot love and replaced it with bitter sin

Do you realise we are but a mere image of heaven? 

Do you know we are but a mere image of God? 

Where cosmos deals in cards

Our fates in this sanctuary we call earth

Waiting for an ace 

Do not be left in ignorance

For heartfelt piety and worship will be of no matter

If the home we were gifted

Where all our souls have drifted

Where wise decisions shifted

Will be left dessert

Of thy passion nothing will be left
Of thy regression will have no worth of being blessed

But graven words of Egypt

Told only by stagnant stones
Forgotten knowledge blowing in the wind

The sum of good and glory

Now sings cautious and confirmatory

That this terrain in which we live on: 

The third stone from the sun.

Will be left without praise

Will be fleetingly forgotten amongst a bitter haze

Will be burnt to ash by our own egoistic burning blaze


For one day i fear, 

Darkness will be preferred to light

Death will be thought more profitable than life

The pious will be deemed insane

The un-pious will be deemed wise

Our hopes for immortality will be mocked

Persuading ourselves that it was all false

That the Gods have left mankind

Left mankind not even standing

But sitting stale and alone

At the crossroads

With no where left to go

For we lack strength to decide
Fortitude to bring out what's inside

Heaven will not support the stars no more

The fruits of the earth will rot

God will look on that which has passed

And call back to those of us that have gone astray 

Because we are a species with amnesia

Because we are in trouble with ourselves

Because there is something left to be known

Because there is still time left for something to be shown
What do you think is the problem with the world? 

Have we willingly cut our connection with the spirit? 

Or has the spirit cut connection with the West?

I rest
My case here, 

At the crossroads 

Waiting round for my train to reach the station