The Four Horses Of The Apocalypse Poem by Mark Heathcote

My second youngest child today, said look, look at the clouds
Dad, don't the clouds look cartoonish
So I looked and thought no, but they do look
Like the four horses of the apocalypse
I'll have to google them to see what it means.

So we have our white, red, black, and pale horses.
These four symbolizing conquests, [1] War, [2] Famine, [3] and Death
And as I thought it's all to do with the Last Judgment
And can be interpreted as Christ himself.
Like Commodus are we, degenerating into our own selfish habits.

And all might lead to some divine apocalypse
But surely 'plagues' 'pestilences aren't divine
Sure, these are just the rambling of my weary mind
But let's examine what these harbingers bring.
Could it, in fact, be a forerunner of something?

After that, I visit my daughter who's had a child
And has suffered a postnatal psychosis
She's been taken to a mother& baby unit, now two months
Nothing in my life is going right; it's all going to hell
There are forces in a man's life, want to drain his well.

A man seeing his daughter delusional, talking about god
Another child jailed, and another wanting to change,
Change gender and another not on speaking terms
It all makes you wonder what it's about:
What's it all coming to like an avalanche rolling downhill?