Quest Poem by Mai Murphy Venn

Will the day of days come?
When all of us will assemble
On an equal platform called Judgment
That day, we will meet our maker
As the outlook has been foretold
We will be the judge for what we did
Not for whom we are
So it makes no difference who we maybe
Rich or poor, sophisticated or not
Pretty or plain, brazen or sky
We all entered this world naked
When our time on the earth ends
We will turn into dust and ashes
The Lord is our Shepard
Equality is what we seek
But, it will never happen on this sphere
Is greed the stronger master?
Or is there, in reality, a Judgment Day?