The Arival Of The Terrorist Poem by Mai Murphy Venn

Here it comes; swift, as if no beast can outrun it,
Its approach is like the wings of a powerful bird.
There is no haling, as with fire when lit,
It intercepts all and there will be no going back.

What is in store for mankind and its generation?
Doom? Damnation? Or will there be a celebration?
Will there be a new form of disciple sensation?
Is Christ coming on the last day or will there be a new revelation?

What is it that a blind man can see and the dumb can tell?
Not to be observant can be an obstacle at the best of times.
What is at the core of reason when doubt sets in to dwell?
unanswered queries as we beseech the quest of wisdom.

Beware, my friend, for the unknown, can prevent you,
Yet, to know too much can cause you to worry prematurely.
The spoken or written word may not always be true.
So, put your trust in only a few and look out for false prophet's

Governments may not always do what is right for their nation,
When leaders are unsure, panic sets in, followed by indignation,
Freedom and democracy are worth the confrontation,
War is not the answer, for life should always be a celebration.