Sonnet: Apocalypse

When people of the entire world pray
In unison to only, living God,
To save mankind from destruction some way,
To deliver them from evil, O Lord!

When globe is warmed and o’er-populated,
And Nature’s furies seen in many ways,
The patience of the Maker o’er-stretched,
The world is in its pen-ultimate days!

When each one feels a global citizen,
With none of pure blood, breed or tongue or creed,
The war of good o’er evil will happen,
Living on earth impossible indeed!

The Creator will have His final say,
And bring the world to His Last Judgment Day!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 7-30-2000

poem by John Celes
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