The End Of Every Dream

The states they built, with might and striving hand,

Did crumble, dust to dust, their systems failed,

For wealth in capital, a golden strand,

Held sway, as justice's true voice was veiled.

The vote, a hope, could not their ills repair,

And then atheism's path, just a barren way,

No peace, no balance, banished dark despair,

Nor gods, nor threefold God, mend their sway.

Machines they loved, over human hearts they’d trade,

And fleeting fame, their empty prize did gain.

But God, alone, no mortal hand has made,

Nor born of flesh, does in pure essence reign.

Walk His path, where sea-bound islands gleam,

The One, the True, the end of every dream.

©Affaq 

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