The Second Coming Poem by David Lewis Paget

There's a lurid glow in the sky tonight,
Foretells of a lurid dawn,
And untold millions in their plight
Will wish they'd never been born!

The airwaves hiss in a ghostly voice
The static crackles their fears,
The clouds that swirl in the north tonight
Are filled with a billion tears!

And streets of people have crowded out
To mourn, look up at the sky,
A thousand voices are raised, and shout
The seminal words: ‘…but Why? '

The ground, it rumbles under their feet
The buildings stagger and sway,
The air so hot they can scarcely breathe
On this final Judgement Day!

The mountains tremble and open up
To spill each billowing cloud,
The gods have spoken with mighty roar
As the earth pours forth its shroud!

And pleasant waters have turned to steam,
The seas, they bubble and boil,
And out of the earth, like geysers lit
Flow the fiery spires of oil!

While up in the northern hemisphere
Two skeletons sit ablaze,
One in the West, and one the East
At the long, black end of days.

Too late to know if the West was right,
Too late for the East to rise,
A bony finger at West and East
On the buttons to Paradise!