The city: a maelstrom
of frenzied crowds.
Roaming hordes
beneath gray clouds.
Inhabitants distant,
though bodily pressed.
Streets without stars:
God has left.
Souls emptied of love,
a life-sucking sea.
Death-bringing marriages,
dull misery.
Slow-moving death,
creeping, then still.
Depravity, boredom,
another tired thrill.
Loathing for life,
despite all the glitter.
Bloody vines’ drunken
torment bitter.
Twisted faces.
Oppression’s breath.
Dimming lights.
The city is death.
If only renewal –
now so far away –
with holy force
could take hold today!
Let loose the tempest!
Atmospheres, break!
You prophets, arise!
Spirits, awake!
(Eberhard Arnold)
More Poetry from Eberhard Arnold:
Eberhard Arnold Poems based on Topics: Love, Light, God, Life, Soul, Joy & Excitement, Faces, Death & Dying, Prophets & Prophecies, Boredom, Marriage- Toward The Sun (Eberhard Arnold Poems)
- Jesus (Eberhard Arnold Poems)
- Man (Eberhard Arnold Poems)
- A Heart (Eberhard Arnold Poems)
- Untitled (Eberhard Arnold Poems)
- The Will (Eberhard Arnold Poems)
Readers Who Like This Poem Also Like:
Based on Topics: Love Poems, God Poems, Life Poems, Light Poems, Sadness Poems, Death & Dying Poems, Soul Poems, Faces Poems, Joy & Excitement Poems, Cities Poems, Prophets & Prophecies PoemsBased on Keywords: maelstrom, slow-moving, depravity, atmospheres