Apocalypse Poem by Hannington Mumo

Apocalypse



Stricken souls gasp amid rapt tension
And surreal panic as the world spirals
Under throes of exacerbating fire;
Trapped between numinous brawls.

A virulent pandemic subsides
As near-nukes its pedestal take;
Stubborn fear every limb guides
Amid unceasing numbing awe.

Shall life outlast such brutal fury:
As invisible realms arsenals dumb
Blandish upon this bleeding plane;
Upon this rage-pillaged stratum?

Not when viral variants surge
And spikes inoculations defy;
Not when troops against troops vow
And warheads against warheads vie.

Copyright © Hannington Mumo| Year Posted 2022.

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