Nearer Comes The Reckoning Poem by Pasquale DiMeola

Evaporated conscience knows no guilt
Nor has it prolonged any sorrow
One can knit iniquities on a quilt
Only to witness it burn tomorrow

All the downcast faces of life's martyrs
Ponderously concealing from the sun
Quashed dreams of everyone's sacred daughters
Harsh glares from the begotten peasant sons

They acknowledge your vain celebration
With thumbs down as befits their raging hate
Until festive timed conflagrations
Sear their vengeance on ash heaps to abate.