{"id":48866,"date":"2019-06-22T12:49:42","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T16:49:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=48866"},"modified":"2019-06-22T12:58:14","modified_gmt":"2019-06-22T16:58:14","slug":"harbinger-of-doom","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/harbinger-of-doom\/","title":{"rendered":"Harbinger of Doom"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I will not shrink from being who I am<br \/>\nIn these the last days<br \/>\nI am resolute<br \/>\nI will not hide from the world my fears<br \/>\nLess still my love<br \/>\nMy regrets for the past<br \/>\nAnd a future that will not be<\/p>\n<p>In my heart I planned for this<br \/>\nThough I hoped I would be wrong.<br \/>\nNow I am sure with a surety that cannot be shaken<br \/>\nThough I try, and succeed for breathless moments<br \/>\nTo forget that I am the harbinger of doom<br \/>\nBlack crow to a world that kills elephants<br \/>\nAnd bees, flowers and the roots of rain forest trees<\/p>\n<p>Knowing extinction of the world we knew<br \/>\nIs inevitable. Tomorrows will not come for us<br \/>\nThe bright and shining days of childhood<br \/>\nAre dark now. Where light once pierced the night<br \/>\nDawn is too heavy a curtain.<br \/>\nI am powerless to push aside the velvet pall.<br \/>\nAnd reveal heavens that once revealed stars.<\/p>\n<p>I am. You are. We are.<br \/>\nMy last, your last, our last.<br \/>\nMinutes are long and bleak.<br \/>\nThey do not pass like shooting stars<br \/>\nAnd leave a trail of stardust<br \/>\nPain is an overwhelming blanket<br \/>\nRepentance cannot throw from heavy hearts<\/p>\n<p>The hours are counting down<br \/>\nI am each minute wholly here<br \/>\nWith you in a world that madness conquered<br \/>\nStolen tomorrows are not hidden<br \/>\nIn the treasure troves buried by the oligarchs<br \/>\nWho delivered us by their evil to these end days<br \/>\nFuneral pyres piled high with worthless treasures<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I will not shrink from being who I am In these the last days I am resolute I will not hide from the world my fears Less still my love My regrets for the past And a future that will not be In my heart&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1273,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-48866","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48866","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1273"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=48866"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48866\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":48882,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48866\/revisions\/48882"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=48866"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=48866"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=48866"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}