Apocalypse Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

Reading the signs of a coming storm
Devastation as written in Destiny
Clouds of War starting to form
Ushering the demise of Humanity.

Listen and listen well to this
There is no turning back of pages,
Watch carefully so as not to miss
What was prophesied through the ages.

When men, on their foreheads have been marked
Or on their hands, the marketing code -
Then this confirms no idle remark
What has been written, what was forebode.

Fail not to seek the right Choices
Stand up for whatever has been True
Men were made free to speak with voices
Be human, not robots, all their lives through!