Influenza
‘ Suddenly the fingers of a human hand appeared and wrote on the plaster of the wall, near the lampstand in the royal palace. The king watched the hand as it wrote. His face turned pale and he was frightened that his knees knocked together and his legs gave way.” (Daniel 5: 5-6)
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You make a real poem out of the prophecies. This poem reminds the Swine Flu in Mexico which is in headlines these days. Drugs are life and they are available in bottles but yet death is inevitable. A very good write, Obed....................10/10. Best Wishes Naseer
Prophetic in tone...very reminiscent of the 5 foolish maidens :) Love the following lines: As you might not find bottled life in shops nearby, Store it up, deep in your heart … the train is nigh. Nice write, Obed!
wow..great poetic expressions...very true indeed a poem that makes us think..a poem which arouses our minds eye..thanks for sharing 10+++ thanks for your visit to my humble poems too..cheers