Would That It Be Dies Irae, Dies Illa! Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Would that it be dies irae, dies illa!
Then we humans will look
Up at the clock of civilization
Stop the hands
The ticking
At least temporarily.

We will learn from the drear
The bleak
The thunder rain and storms
The overflowing rivers
The brimming Oceans.

Tsunami of hate, envy, and dark
That moves python-like across
The Earth that has become
Polluted as ancient Styx:
Would that it be dies irae, dies illa!
Then we humans will look
Up at the clock of civilization
Stop the hands
The ticking
At least temporarily.