Constantinople

-Constantinople-
by Keaton Foster



Constantinople
What a hopeful
Dashed by time
And the follies
Of humankind
Thus an empire of sin
Flesh from within
Wickedness and then
It changed
Many times
And then back again
Heathenism replaced
With a most sacred religion
Mongrels turned ministers
Malfeasant’s made into Imams
Respectable forms of salvation
Sweeping right on through
Spreading across the ages
And empires of chosen kings
Yahweh and Allah
Jesus and Mohammed
All God’s unto themselves
To each and every believer
There can only ever be one
All others are meant to be false
All others are heathens
And heretics in kind
Constantinople
An Eden for believers
A sacred focal point
Of all of human existence
For ages upon ages
And the wars of many races
It stood as a true testament
The unspoken nation
Of every kind of provocation
The only fortress of belief
In a wilderness of skepticism
Not so much an amazing place
But rather a wonderful idea
A true example for many other
Civilizations to come and go
But then one treacherous night
As the legend insights
A lunar eclipse
Marked a sacred passage
Thick covers of fog rolled in
Wiping away what was real
Covering up what was possible
The holiest of spirits
Again left the sacred city
Constantinople
Was again cold
Naked and afraid
Woefully alone
Exposed to humankind
Total abandonment
Thus God’s desertion
Divinity was concealed
A need was to be created
A value was to be emulated
Man was driven to the brink
They asked
Is there a God above
Is there one within ourselves
Such questions have since remained
Many come to know the answer
While some of course
Simply do not…



Constantinople
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014.