Doom Poem by Ferdinand L Quintos

Reading between Holy Book lines
I came upon some eerie finds,
allow me, please, to tell them here
even as it makes me shudder.

Noah’s scions, reaching Shilnar,
a name that ends just like in war,
began to build a tower high
to reach God beyond the sky.

But God, by that, was not amused
so He, their language, made confused,
each man then went to seek own place
that now it’s hard to talk of peace.

By Sarai’s maid, one called Hagar,
a name that ends just like in war,
Abram begat son Ismael
whose tribe, God’s angel said, will swell.

Ismael will a wild man be,
also said God’s emissary,
with his hand against every man,
against him that of every man.

Times’ signs forebode a future dark
but let us pray, ask God to hark,
beg Him to take away discord
that peace may reign over the world.