An Apocalyptical Premonition Poem by P M MANI

GOD, like a magician
Enthralls us
Sometimes pleasant
At times devastating.
A generation's aspirations
Upheaveled by His Magicwand,
All becomes debris in seconds.
Oh, technology of Mankind-!
All futile, just in vain.
Everything underneath the mud.
What fun God had
When He tumbled
Everything, everything.
How small is man!
How tall he talks!
Its' God's Warning
Beware, Beware
That his creature shall not
Never excel his proginator.
A lesson He teaches us well
Come near to go forward
Look here to see beyond