My Walking In A Park.... Poem by MBJ Pancras

I walk in a park each evening,
Helter-shelter seen the people moving:
Yea, you may say 'walking ',
With sticks, you may say 'bats', and balls,
Found in crowds boys to threaten walkers,
'Calisthenics' tools found there filled with 'calisthenists',
Amidst the fruitless trees is seen a lake,
The walkers' path smeared with twigs and dead leaves,
A stage for learning skaters seen at the entrance,
A children's park seen mostly hunted by adults,
A rest room and a wash room built on either side,
More to describe are cement benches meant for gossips,
Besides gossips, daters seen with their romances,
Cuddling themselves on one another,
They're seen breathing out emotionally on their counter parts,
Boys combing their girls' locks of hair,
Girls are seen foolishly lying on their boys' chests,
Dogs and bitches roam about the park barking and moaning,
Walkers obsessed in sounds through their mobiles.
Yea, no one careth for anyone for anything,
Spirit of callousness hovers upon every citizen,
Where does the world go towards....?
God's Word is never heard anywhere!
The park is shrouded with anti- christs,
None is aware of the Doomsday to come.
My prayer shall be: Heaven Father, let these citizens repent of their sins,
And they shall come to Jesus
In Jesus' Name.
Amen.