The Flood (will we evoke God's wrath once again)
One of my earliest poems, but inspired by recent natural disasters and extreme weather events.
I look at the state of the world today, and worry. Don't get me wrong we have an amazing planet in the Earth, and it is full of amazing natural wonders. Many people are doing fantastic work, and technology seemingly knows no bounds in its continued advancement. However, there are also a multitude of things happening here that make me hang my head it shame: war, murder, terrorism, greed, prejudice, crime, animal cruelty, unfair wealth distribution, human rights abuses, and things like global warming that many don't take seriously.
If there is a God, I wonder what he thinks when he sees what we have done with the wonderful world he created, and how long he will sit back and just let mankind destroy it. Will he eventually say, "That's it, I can't take any more of this!" and send down another flood to wipe out all the sinfulness, and so we can start again with another chance to do things right.
by John Hansen © 2012
What is happening to our world
Wars rage across the seas.
Men fight and kill, and steal, and cheat
For power, and wealth, and greed.
Surely something can be done
To cure our Earth of hate.
Very soon Almighty God
Will decide our final fate.
Suddenly the sky grows dark,
A cloud has blocked the sun.
It hovers huge and full of power,
The reckoning's begun.
Mankind doesn't heed the sign,
As rain starts tumbling down.
Wars still rage, and evil rules,
So soon the world will drown.
Just like the mighty flood of lore,
For forty days and nights it poured.
Man must be punished for his sins,
And once again the Earth be cleansed.
Somewhere there floats upon the sea
A vessel called "The Ark',
Containing two of every kind,
A brand new world to start.
This flash flood occurred at Toowoomba,not far from where I live in 2011. We were trapped away from home for 10 days.
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