Prophecies!

I know why the prophets sighed
Seeing future events unfold
Knowing, yet hesitant to tell
Of dark days and bright nights
Rising from earth, the hell
Unleashed on scorners from
All corners of life. No respect
For titles, position or wealth,
The gray, the lean, and in-between
Must now accept deed's fate
Foretold hundreds of years ago,
By one who dared to speak
The Truth, yet remained not long
For fruit to bear its burden,
Sickness, disease, calamities
For truth's tale felled prophets galore,
Until they would not speak much more,
But silently watched truth awake,
The skies,  and the earth, while they just sighed.

(c) 2002 Mary M. Hall-Rayford