The Last Seconds Poem by Moh Ishu

When the winds take the sand,
And there falls a crack—
Splitting open the parched lands;
Tearing apart mankind's tracks.

I'm right there, fixed to the spot—
Can feel the ground tremble.
The mountains seem to bow down
Hearing Earth's grumble.

Nature reveals her wounds,
The mountains spurt out her blood;
While the raging fires start the doom
She quenches it with deadly floods.

There prevails an unrest at sea—
While the skies darken over the lands;
Over my head rises the tsunami,
Washing away the developments on sand.

Reflecting on my iris, is Earth's fury;
She's stopped her spin-started stalking now;
Calling us for this indecisive jury,
With neither mercy nor symbols of dove.

My heartbeat fades, ready to set—
Eyelids feel heavy, more dry than wet;
Death sings his victory hymn,
As the lights begin to dim.