The Second Coming Poem by Gert Strydom

Some people call the name
of the Almighty, before they kill
and have no compassion of their deeds.

Planes filled with people
crash into two very high office towers
and burn before they collapse.

War beasts crawl on tracts
through the desert
and blow fire over a distance.

The air is filled
with flying scavengers,
that strikes more deadly than any living thing.

Oil wells are burning
like huge torches,
throwing flames and smoke into the sky.

Bombs rain down
on the guilty and innocent
and surely the entire universe takes notice.

The sphinx arises from stone
and the nightmare walks the earth,
pitiless and without compassion.

In an evil spiritus mundi man kills one another
and the second coming of the Lord of lords,
must be very near.

[References: The second coming by William Butler Yeats. Spiritus mundi= “Literally, the spirit of the world or analytically - the morals and mores of the times.” Matthew 24: 6-7, Revelation 11: 18, Joël 3: 9-14.]