Slowly she walked amongst the ruins The dead at her feet were scattered Ground was soaked with the guilty's blood Not one knew what had hit them
In every direction her eyes were cast The bodies were grotesquely twisted Faces contorted in last agonies scream As they hung on to life in final seconds
Not one human on this earth moved Each and every spark had been extinguished In five years or six and not much more No trace left that humankind had existed
And still she walked amongst the dead Her heart so heavy with sorrow So many centuries mankind had thrived It took her but seconds to end it
The canker so deep had corrupted all For none there was redemption Time and time she had tried to cure But in vain were all her efforts
A tear of regret trickled down her cheek For this had been her beloved creation Maybe another time, another world She'd create another in her image
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Posted: Nov 2014
About this poem:
What if God finally gave up on us ... what if he/she decided the disease ran too deep ... interesting thought ... this is not meant to upset anyone's faith ... it is more along the lines of SF
I certainly feel it ...God/he/she,who knows ... has infinite patience/forgiveness....still we continue "mucking up the waters" on this glorious planet. But one of these days....the last straw,look out! Good sharing!
steve1223OPadelaide, South Australia AustraliaNov 17, 2014
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Good sharing!