A Hour Of Doom Poem by Alexiander Marilatto

A Hour Of Doom



In the hour of Doom.
We could hear the booms.
A massive wave.
Of sadness.
We pray.
Oh, help us lord.
Because we know.
The hour of Doom.

Heartless Men, fight.
Heartless kings laugh.
Innocent Children Cry.
A war is a war.
A war of emotions.
People argue,
People Riot.
Yet, it is still the hour of Doom.

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