This World Poem by appiah japheth

These are the days of righteousness
These are the days of holiness
These are the days of purity
These are the days of mercy, grace, favor, love and content


But these are the days of horror
These are the days of sorrow
These are the days of anguish
These are the days of pain, suffering, worse, strive and hatred

This world in words sounds nothing
But this world in numbers means a lot
Blemished with fear and strength
Coupled with hope and doubt
These are the late days of the early world.

Yes, the late days of the early word,
Where everything we lay our hands on seem to move so fast
Where man is never too early to reach his dream
The late days of the early world.
Where time is far too close to reality
the late days i preach to us

these indeed are the days of horror.
Where religion and faith are opposite
Yet the kingdom is based on the two
Where the mole is made the king of the jungle
And all the eggs of the antelope are hatched in a day
Where the man suffers in labor while the woman strives to find shelter.
These are late days of the early world.