When the light of the moon
will be as bright as the sun,
their days will be numbered
and they will run.
The universe has had enough
of their wicked ways.
The planets are transiting
and everything will come into play.
So much they tried to do
but it was all in vain.
The might of the people
has not been slain.
They chose a path
thinking it was the best way forward,
but soon they will be cowering
in the corner disordered.
When the light of the moon will
be as bright as the sun.
The universe has set its course
and no evil deed will be done.
Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem