I woke from slumber,
as the dream rested colagainst my mind.
Mankind died ignominiously.
Humankind assumed command.
Nothing changed—peace faltered.
I wondered if the bible held truth.
Wad Jesus more than a myth?
He proclaimed to bring a sword, not peace,
as he turned family against family.
Evidence of his words littered the world.
My dream held no mythical being.
It rejected supernatural appeasement.
No, human nature created the shift.
My dream showed disease corrupted and conquered.
Minds decayed under their leader's vitriol.
The anarchist model of Jesus was banished.
I watched children preyed upon by lies.
Their identity stripped under conversion.
Consenting adults condemned for loving another.
Children signed bombs sent to kill innocents.
No, God's death was his inception.
My dream showed more.
White supremacy once held at the fringe returned.
No hooded masks nor crosses burned at night required.
Zealotry abandoned its isolated enclaves.
Flowers were placed not in gun barrels but at death's end.
Masses forsook conventions of protest.
Armed missionaries advanced to steal elections.
Two sides stared—dared the other to blink.
My dream presaged future hardship.
Mushroom clouds portended the annihilation.
The dream glossed over the climate cataclysm.
Wars fought over resource control rose.
Oceans reclaimed lost land.
Humankind moved to confront and contain.
No, Jesus was poisoned at conception.
The dream never happened, news sprang this nightmare.

© Hesher John

Slightly revised repost from Poetizer.