Doomsday — a poem

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A million, thousands of billions of a multitude

Waited for that ghastly sight;

With minds torn by tensions and dissensions

That gave the first signs of a doomsday.

Churches created a phantasma

And blinded the world by lies.

Forbidden, forsaken, armed with the fear of God

People believed in the body of lies.

The congregation waited for death and darkness

Minutes, second crawled by the ‘Big Bens’

And just when the clock struck a dozen

They cried, ‘see the heavens fall’.

Alas! Nothing happened except the might echo

Which entranced believers and fanatics alike

And then came the mighty light of sun

To clear the clouds of doomsday.