Doomsday
Why shines the sun so brightly
On our city in rubble heaped?
Why play cool breezes softly
On our ashes in blood-stain steeped?
Why were the angels silent
When this plot was being hatched?
Why did they take no action
Till souls to Heaven dispatched?
Why have no words been invented
To describe what here befell?
We had not witnessed the Empyrean heights
Nor this worst abyss of Hell.
A city’s become a death-ditch
Worse than Dante ever conceived.
Through plastered soot, the tears are streaming
From kin and kind bereaved.
Savage brutality devoid of meaning:
Blue passports are the cause
They slay our souls in genocide
Blaspheming holy laws.
We fed and clothed our enemies
As scripture bids us do,
We nourished this serpent in our breast,
We trained his dexterity too
That steered those arrows into our heart
As the spear our Savior gored
While we, a nation, cry out with Him:
"Why hast thou forsaken me, Lord?"
We print our loved-ones’ pictures
Hoping against hope they live.
We throng to puncture our veins and bleed,
Like sacrifice to give.
The terms "atrocity", "catastrophe"
Scarce start our shock to tell.
Vainly descriptions are bandied about
But they all of Satan smell.
The principalities of the Underworld
Throng all to Acheron’s shore
Cheering the mastermind of mayhem
And his Babylonian whore.
But brief is Hades jubilant
That our ruins smolder and burn,
For this villainy serves to hasten
The Day of our Lord’s return.
September 2001
