Something is calling from the opposite end of this shore;
Enchanting and profound, and some of us have become afraid
It is deeper than the blue whale’s rumble, more alluring than the siren’s song,
Those who don’t know how to swim have become too comfortable on land,
While others blindly wade into the water without care for life or death.
And though we cannot see face to face, our hearing has become clear;
As if humanity has been incredibly blind, and chooses to become blind again.
Earth’s animals, supposedly the most primal of all, remain undisturbed
As the people cave into overwhelming fear and hatred for themselves
To be faced with the soul inside they find comfort in eternally ignoring
And it calls again, tears and hands shake but the ground does not quake,
Desperation calls for an excuse and panic wears the perfect suit
With it all comes a reflection of the world our species has labored to build,
Of the greed and power holding zombified workers by their sleeves.
So call it what you want: the angel’s trumpets pouring out of heaven,
The rapture and the end of this world as we humans know it,
Earth’s revenge for the sickness and pollution we have bred,
But most of all it is another chance to become an equal,
To evolve from the child that has fallen on the ground,
To not cry over a scrape and simple bruise
And not to wait and plead for a great sign that does not show.