Condition Of A God Poem by Randolfh Bunag

The day the god conditioned the earth,
There is a chaos, a tragedy, death,
I figured the black chaotic dream.

The god sends his hand to the poor earth
missiles bombing, terrorism, plague, death
I saw numerous bloody corpse

I ask the god if they can stop the war
not yet, as master said, not yet
blood scattered, shed, death

When will be the end? when will be the finality?
Until, I remember Pandora's Box
Suddenly, white smoke appears

I was dumbfounded, Why there is a smoke?
and the white smoke turned into glitters
I heard Angel singing... no more cries.... no more death