0269 The Age Of Iron - Kali Yuga Poem by Michael Shepherd

The Rajah's court, it's said, sat dumb with grief,
their sorrow that of those who truly love,
on February the eighteenth, and full moon,
three thousand, one-O-two years ere Christ's birth;

for wise men had foretold that ruthless span:
the golden age, the silver, and the bronze
had passed. The age of iron now began:
the last and worst of ages, where the gods
were to be lost to mind: Virtue herself
from four sound legs, reduced to merely one;
and all the ordered grace of human wealth
to be abused and squandered until gone...

The court sought mercy. Then this answer came:
'Give, and give, in full. Repeat God's name.'