The Second Coming [2] Poem by Gert Strydom

It's now eons past at El-Karnak in the valley of sands of fire
that Pharaoh did ride on his chariot his pylons to admire
and anarchy, revolt rebellion has for centuries been loose
while the earth did continually continue on its own gyre

while in the wild the wolf, jackal and hyena sing selenologues
to the rising moon and the ibises in the swamped bogs
screeched their dismay at receiving no more lamentations
from the native people and only hear the barking of their dogs

and yet at Zion the hope of the second coming does remain,
of the Son of God who has the power to with love to remove pain
that the Great Day of Judgment is drawing near, is very close,
and to some people this may only be myth and something inane

yet the signs is everywhere, with famine, war and illnesses at hand
with drought, hatred, nepotism and oppression in the land.