Plagues

Ecclesiastes 3:17 New English Translation (NET Bible)

17 I thought to myself, “God will judge both the righteous and the wicked;
for there is an appropriate time for every activity,
and there is a time of judgment for every deed.”

 

Plagues

 

 The darkness of the well-known is creeping over the land

Western civilization is sliding quickly down the slope

Compromise the vehicle that moves without a sound

Not able to slow down anymore to leave us without hope

 

Through the ages, past much memory hid afraid

The Black Plague for years annihilated flesh

Countless many died without a chance to stop that raid

No names now remembered as darkness left this mess

 

Nothing new under the sun: “What will be has been”

Except the Plague is more detrimental today

It is spiritual and not physical as it destroys unseen

The “civilized” western culture as it grinds away

 

In a demonic world, purity seems mixed with dross

Behavior shows the path although words do camouflage

Evil wants to win until all that’s good is lost

Long live the king of spades and his entourage

 

From the Black Plague, some recovered

Some in certain places stayed untouched

But in this world, almost all are smothered

By the love for power that evil shows as such

 

In the hereafter, the “saved” are the only blessed

As at the final curtain, all deprived will hit the fan

in continuing existence simply forever unprotected

Without love in everlasting being in a hatred-filled den

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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