End Times Poem by Linus Kithinji Njeru

These signs were engraved and recorded in the scrolls.
Yet we wait for the scroll to be read for us and we are "mislead".
The governments makes laws to govern how we pray
since the owners of the synagogues use the sweat to enrich themselves
That the owners do not steal from the gullible.


A thin line exists between Faith and stupidity,
Tell me, for sure whether we have Faith or we are stupid.
Nevertheless, we insist that the governments have no business in worship or religion
Unless to apprehend those who worship with their rights in the constitution yet have borne fruits that are harmful to security.

The stinging bird was fashioned by man and became a belief
subjugates the dry areas and made enemies with the Son.
These governments should secure these synagogues
From the threat of those who dread the faith.

Haters of what we believe are killing our own.
Openly commands us to recite their creed,
Failure to which you are persecuted and killed.
Using a radical fraction of the birds, they kill and maim,
As missionaries convert more and their regimes fund the rebels.

It was all written; Yet we, the democratic government,
With eyes that we have decided to blindfold.
War has been declared and intelligence (rumors of war) received,
Yet the regime do nothing for fear of accuse of marginalized banishment.

There is no time to prepare for what is coming,
Predictions already being fulfilled and the wheels turning,
The predictions of the message, which we did not receive,
While others received but failed to conceive,
The harvest is ready and the machines are running.
And all have fallen; none is righteous, not even one.

These signs were engraved and recorded in the scrolls.
By the mercy of the Maker through the son we present our souls,
We were never given the dates, but the signs; of famine, hate and wars,
When the bad harvest shall be packed together and thrown into eternal infernal
and the very few, who could walk the narrow path are welcomed by the Maker.
It was written that they will be few, very few will inherit the spoils
As the rest struggles with extinguishers to quench the ranging furnace.
God, May the reader and I count in the few.