Sodom's Sink - Poem by Sherwin Wang
Death drags his feet along this once favored land
where bullets rain and bombs outshine the Lamp.
Nothing is left but anger-baked sand
On which idly walk one or two tramps.
Mighty, feared and throned is no longer the all-loving Lord.
With cold eyes He watches as sinners raise the Hell.
The loss is too apalling to afford,
The suffering too terrofying to tell.
Curses and complaints bow like cowards before ill-fate
for which we, with our misdeeds, are to blame indeed.
Lured by Satan, we never surrender hate,
Thus rooted in our hearts is this sinful seed.
Time throws covers fast over sins of long-gone past,
when pains cast a shadow that is bound to last.
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