The Last Aspects Of Humanity Poem by Gerry Legister

Even if the virus is removed,
As if it had never been consumed,
by its global pandemic context.
To live with shame and die with regret.
But for religious doomsday believers,
It is harvest for the reaping revers.
There remains intact the bleakest reality.
Of those ugly aspects of humanity.
That mainly decent upon our society.
Self-serving willful ignorance in misery.
We live on the edge of a narrow line,
One prevented catastrophe at a time.
Borrowed from the last state of mind.
But we are unable to leave the past behind.
Going into the future, you are who you are.
We will have to cross rivers and water.
Scorched by the fire if wild forces gather.
Festering sores broke out on the people,
continued daily the battle for survival.
A rare plague called out of the cloud,
Where the winepress of blood flowed out.
Seared on the glowing glass of fire.
Spared the bowls of wrath glowing hotter
Intoxicated with power, imagine every hour,
They wage the unholy war of firepower.
When the harvest of the earth is ripe.
Emotions will be flying high as the kite,
Nations awaken, and remained clothed,
Citadel cries howl in the air, raw and naked.
And the cities of the nations collapsed.
The flock of shock brings enormous gasps.
Rolling and pouring into the hail of tears,
A realm split into rumbling peals of fears.
Devises the last aspects of humanity.
And ushers in the new world of beauty.
This beast and commonwealth will cease,
Mystery rides the empire and hides the abyss.