By Vincent Valentine

Take heed! Death’s advent is upon us

That malevolent Titan enacts his entrance,

He schemes to seize the populace and increase the world’s pains

The world wilt be surcease of life when Death has doused the flames

Of his raging warfare of torment and inferno ablaze

In a frenzied manner the world will be till Death raises the banner –

A crimson blood-drenched flag to indicate: he the world’s calm existence will terminate,

He hath won the war and widespread folly shall come to an end

No relief shall come to the unmourned conquered souls in that kingdom,

No repose permitted by the King of that kingdom of death

When earthly games end, his folly begins in that hellish dwelling

Of dire flames of raging fire and turmoil unending

This is the tale of great many that are quelled

By thorns of a hell

But do we sit and read of this tale or listen only?

Do our eyes see and our ears hear but our hearts not feel and understand wholly?

Do we gasp and say, “My, my, that is horrid!”

While our annoyance at these melts away to expressions and actions placid?

My friends, no, our ways should exhibit love and care unending, sympathy

But by these acts of evil the evil have made me angry

The evil ones who have done this are collectively the “father of my anger”

Let us not say we will fight the battle latter

For as is penned in another poem, “tomorrow may never come”

We must fight until the battle is won and the war is o’er

Against the king of misery that father of anger