"A Message Unheard Of"

What if a prophet,
Never did tell?
T’was a message unheard of,
So blood-curdling, you yell,

At the top of your lungs,
Hopelessly unheard.
The ignorant ignore you.
The wise watch a bird.

The bird, a distraction,
Smirks sneakily.
Your message still buried.
No chance to speak of thee.

While the message dies with you,
Despair settles in.
That spear we call home,
No longer shall spin.