IS THIS ARMAGEDDON?
Is this Armageddon, the end of our time?
The skies are ablaze with a fiery rhyme,
The earth shakes and trembles, the seas boil and churn,
As if the very fabric of reality were to burn.
The stars fall from the sky, like diamonds in the night,
The moon hides its face, in a veil of white,
The trees wither and die, their leaves crumbling to the ground,
As if the breath of death had swept the world around.
The oceans rage and roar, their fury unbound,
The waves crash and swirl, like a tempestuous sound,
The land is scorched and barren, the sun beats down,
As if the very heart of nature had drowned.
The creatures of the world, they run and hide,
Their cries and screams, like a chilling tide,
The birds take flight, their wings beating wild,
As if they knew the end was nigh, and they must flee.
The winds howl and moan, like a mournful sigh,
The earth cracks and splits, the mountains shake and die,
The fire rains down, like a burning rain,
As if the very end of all things were at hand.
Is this Armageddon, the end of our time?
The question echoes, like a haunting rhyme,
But in the midst of all this desolation and woe,
There is still hope, a glimmer of light, a beacon to know.
For in the end, it is not the end, but a new begin,
A chance to rise again, to start anew within,
To rebuild and heal, to make a brighter day,
To turn the ashes of despair, into a ray of light and love.
So ,let us stand tall, and face the storm,
With courage in our hearts, and hope in our form,
For though the world may end, our spirit will not break,
And from the ashes, we will rise, and make a new world take.
MARYANN BOSAH 