Wake

With tears of sparkling glass,

How do I see the hours pass,

Until the doom of this world comes,

and wipes away the humanity’s sum,

of dirty and foul stains on the land,

and yet, no one seems to understand,

the urgency in my voice,

That the human race has a choice,

Either change for the better,

or, suffer the wrath of fire,

I am not Christian per say,

I am just an observer of the modern day,

Trends seem to be taking a turn,

Everything is in ashes, everything burns.