Simply Poetry

The Warning Signs

I kept telling them it would happen.
None of them listened.
I kept telling them, but they ignored me.

I knew from the very beginning.
I could see what no one else could.
They were coming.

I warned them.
I told them to listen.
I told them to get away,
but all they did was laugh in my face.

I kept telling them it would happen.
I tried my best to save them.

But when they came,
it was too late.
I couldn't stop them.
I couldn't save them.

I tried my best.
I kept telling them it would happen,
but none of them would listen.

I tried shouting and yelling.
I banged on their doors.
I left messages on their mirrors.
I visited them in their dreams.

I told them to leave.
I told them to escape.
I told them they were coming.

I kept telling them it would happen.
They would come riding four horses.
One white, one red, one black, one pale.
They would bring pain and pestilence,
death and torture, sadness and sorrow.
They were coming, but no one listened.

I showed them all the warning signs.
I told them to beware.
I told them to run.

They were coming.
And when they did,
the empire would fall.
I told them it would be slow.
That they would bring prosperity first.
I told them they would create division,
then oppression.
I told them they would cause the destruction.

But no one listened.

I told them they were here.
That they should run and hide.
Disappear and fly.

I kept telling them it would happen,
but none of them would listen.
And now they are all gone.