Apocalypse

The bells are ringing 

Of ambulances and aid, 

Waves surge over, 

But of sickness in thousands.

There is an unusual fire, 

In anxious hearts and stressed minds.

Not an individual in sight, 

Just numbers on a graph; 

As though scavengers are out hunting, 

Not a fearless soul is in sight.

Wails reach the sky 

From the crematoriums and graves, 

This is Apocalypse 

But in a different way.

The one they didn't tell you about, 

The one that came out of the blue; 

Unprepared, scared, humanity struggles, 

What are we but fools and hopefuls 

Thinking we have control over the Universe, 

Until Nature turns us into chaos.

Here we are fighting against each other, 

Over caste, creed, religion and country 

Created from the infringement of our minds;

While Nature, to heal herself 

Decides to lash out her wrath on us.

You are still looking for your God, are you? 

Crying to prove if the idol is better than a shrine?

You just angered God, 

She was in front of you all along. 

~ Suranya