End of All Days

A Shelter in Place poem

End of All Days

 

Saturday night, six-foot from myself

No need for worry, food on the shelf

But what about others, what might they need

My sisters and brothers, forgotten by greed

 

Panic and worry in the face of them all

The money and Wall Street amidst the free fall

But what might we think if there’s no other way out

Leaving our world, our country, our people in doubt

 

The time is here now, please listen up

If you think this is hard, it’s about to get tough

What if I told you, this is the first phase

Of a prophecy known as the “end of all days”

 

But you wouldn’t know this, God’s people will

You might call it, the best of hard sells

Afraid to believe in, that which you can’t see

As you sit there and wonder, what prophecy?

 

We have been called to shut in, silence our lives

Shelter in place in a brilliant disguise

You now have the chance to do those great deeds

To replace that which you hoard, in your gluttonous greed

 

IT might be your last chance, to look at yourself

All of our lives have been numbered and shelved

It is time to bow down to that you can’t see

To accept the invitation that you both deem Holy

 

-Daniel Scanlon

April 12, 2020

Easter Sunday

 

 

Reviews

[Relic]

Well done. Though I wonder about what the bible says: Like a thief in the night. Will we really know the end of days when we've had them many times in the past.

Regardless, this is skillful writing. Great work.