Year Twenty Twenty Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

Is it the end of the world?
Whose government shall reign, the son of man or God?
Would there be children on tattered clothes on the swing?
What shall become of my great perfect country?
What would happen in the year twenty twenty?
Would the messiah come in his holiness?
Would i have gotten married?
Would i be in merriment?
Would i have house in Rome and Jerusalem?
Would i have dollars In my account?
Would a woman govern the world at Large?
Would a woman become the president of my country?
I must have had five children with mustache all over
My face not with a supporter for my body shall be strong
There wont be wrinkles on my handsome face
And my neck shall not bend like a croaked tree
I pray the goat shall not talk in Twenty twenty
I supplicate for the lions to be in peace with humans
The fowls must not urinate by then and
The snake must not be in group.
The sheep shall hold not hold humans in captive


shall peace be restore to the world in twenty twenty?
Would there be any sickness more dangerous than Ebola?
Would there be war, political war, world war3,4 and 5,
Educational war, war of discrimination, and war of tribalism?
Would there be adequate food for every man?
What shall the standard of living be like then?
Would there be economic melt down in twenty twenty?
What is in your mind of twenty twenty?
I pray the oceans doesn't weep,
If matter continues in this manner we are now
We would not be able to hold together the frayed thread
That, so far, which hold the world together.