Pathos Of The World Poem by MBJ Pancras

They are my fellow-beings, and I am of God, and they too,
God breathed into us and we are made alive,
His purpose of mystery does exist since His creation,
It is written there was a garden in Eden,
And God's butterflies filled the air of beauty,
And there was fragrance in the kingdom of Eden.
Alas! Evil from the black world sneaked into the garden,
With the glittering impostor stole God's Word from me,
And from my fellow-beings and left us in disgrace,
And we all fell into the chasm of bleak reality.

Pain fell on me and on my fellow-beings,
Hunger stole into our bowels, and we're starving,
Hatred clung to my heart and their hearts,
Fangs of lust ran into the veins of hearts,
The black scorpion stung us with its sting of ego,
A bundle of lies was thrust into us by the venomous snake.

My fellow-beings run into graves, and their souls where?
At all corners there are echoes of lamentations,
Souls hate one another; moving corpses with their brandishing swords,
The rich is murdered with their riches; the poor with their alms,
The glutton is choked with his gluttony,
Blood is wasted over fights for the mud,
Nightmares take us to the world of stupor,
Fear of fears breaks our hearts into pieces,
And this drama continues till the last breath,
And shall never end till the negation of the last species.

We are visible and our Creator is invisible,
Sins are visible to us; holiness invisible to us,

My fellow-beings fall into pits and on fire,
All my brethren are fettered by shackles of money,
The young and the old eaten by the monster of corruption,
Countless lives lurking in the pool of toxin,
Lives on earth pounded into pieces.

Where shall my struggles end and when?
Is it at the grave? Do they continue after my breath?

A mystical mystery loaded on us!
Let's seek God in Christ and discover Truth in Him.