The Brimstone Prophecy Poem by Vincent Onyeche

Ring me a bell,
Alarming, heats and sulfur of hell
Alarming from people that fell
Alarming bad storylines for a tell.
Shadows over the sun of a Nation
Raping daughters and killing sons of vision
Moving slowly and faster on same motion
Accelerating top gear on roads of unequal levels
... And tapping breaks for peace that travels.
Are we born to be doom in hardship wells
There goes a Prophet ringing his bell.
On same streets abandoned my gods...
A dying tomorrow, he sings and tell
Not solely of doom but he keeps ringing a bell
For ears to hear and trees to bear fruits
Not fruits of same polymers and isotopes
Nor to bring hope whereas they are but brimstones
Times are harder than a tribal damnation
Beware people of same denomination.