DEEP CALLETH UNTO DEEP… (pOETry oF d ANT HiLLS)

Deep calleth unto deep

But how’d we not fall into ditch?

Bewildered but not alarmed we wail

Crying but with eyes closed we prayed

When act’ly we could’a seen

Deep calleth unto deep

Deep calleth unto Deep

Only with foresight we could ‘a’ seen

But we sprayed sugar all o‘er the floor

Claimin’ the ink we saw on our white was flawed

Now the anthill grow o‘er our faces

Yet we see it as though ‘twas the norm

Deep calleth unto deep

Only the wise could ‘a’ seen

How desperate our faith beckons

If we dare go further ‘n our throngs

But the wise men have already spoken

Shouting to sycophant our impending doom

Thinking it was our pockets we bloom

Deep calleth unto deep

I speak to the mutes of our world

How warning comes like a smoke detector

But for our stubbornness we lay in waste

Dishonouring the treasures we’ve found

Till the fire wipe away our home

(w) 05.09.12. 4:00-4:16pm

… for any person gifted in prophesy.