Kenneth I.E. Macleod, M.D.

(Ocala, Florida)

Apocalypse - Poem by Kenneth I.E. Macleod, M.D.

Evil is ripe throughout the lands.
The stench of death and doom
It fills our nostrils.

Corruption and greed,
These rules in the centers of power.
The neglected, the poor, the wretched
seek solace in drugs,
and their young fold find comfort and affection
in the gangs,
And security in the firepower of guns.
Paul preached that in the "the last days"
Such could be the case,
But none cared to listen.
Remember too
That Nostradamus predicted a sudden
and Cataclysmic END to it all.
The survivors will scream to the heavens
Savior! Oh save us, O Lord.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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