"The call"

The call.

Time. Tis endless and formless,

An obvious abundance.

Fill it we shall with thought and deed,

no matter the reason or how slim the need.

We wake, to endeavour to toil and do.

We sleep to recover, then to repeat anew.

An endless processions of bytes and bits

pass by our eyes, under fingertips.

Filling our time with that we don't need

till a call is missed that we failed to heed.

Observed with closed minds, the signs often were

Distracted by working and earning a “share”

“But we didn't know!” rang the voices of many,

“We were too busy just earning next penny!”

“How could we know that doom was at hand?”

“By raising our heads and appraising the land?”

“How could we know that our bubble was false?”

“Or realise soon enough that promise was lost?”

“The rise of destruction was so silent you see”

“So really how aware could you expect us to be?”

American, Russian, British too

Be you Muslim, Christian, Hindu or Jew,

raise up your minds and seek that call,

for on hearing it early,

rests the fate of us all.

Time. Tis endless and formless,

A necessary illusion

Filled it we did with nought and collusion

And when it ran out, like it inevitably would

can we then say:  "we did all that we could?"

Sarah Ellis 2017