Final Day - Poem by Dermot McGarthy
Timeless like sleep.
Like laughter, and the sacrificial bleat,
Of those that wallow in defeat,
Unchanged, permanent, infinite and forever,
The eternal mistakes of humankind that never fail to sever,
The bond that unites right and wrong, white and black,
Stupid and clever.
Each generation identical to the previous,
Struggles of the good, the bad, and the devious,
Caught in the hands of petty history,
Ignoring the illusion of all earthly pursuits,
Until He has His say,
In anger and in love for all,
On the Final Day.
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