Sonnet-The Wicked Are Punished By God Poem by Dr John Celes

The Wheel of Time, rotates surely but slow;
And punishes perpetrators of crimes;
The self-exalted ones must sooner bow,
Deserving ones can make their lives sublime.

The purifying process is so fast;
God-given punishments are rather smart;
And soon the wrong-doers are cellar-cast,
And tried for treason and their wicked part.

Time heals the wounds of hearts of those aggrieved;
And lasting joy smiles back sometime surely;
The pleas of downtrodden souls gets reprieved,
God's ways are never understood truly.

God hears the cries of unfairness on earth;
And renders justice in this world with mirth.