No Man Knows

No man knows the time nor the hour  yet 
he fears the space in between  where
life  borders on the fringe of obscurity 
the living  knowing only what the dead interprets
and history changes as seasons 

Wars fought hailing religions banner
countries forged in violent manner
proceeds upon vanity fair   and if
heaven is but an illusion 
and God the idea insane
could it possibly turn back camorra's tide
for peace upon the land to reign
while despotism 
a memory best forgotten
festers bane upon the plains

Death grows tired of collecting
unlike debt  that knocks unsolicited 
the earth will continue to turn blissfully
and life 
continues to flourish 

What imprint will posterity find
of yours and mine left behind
will peace reign or violence shine
or will man himself
be 
left 
in 
decline