The Sound Of Seven Trumpets Poem by Chris Zachariou

Armageddon has begun.
Can you not hear the sound
of seven trumpets?

Noah's ark is sinking fast.
Time has stopped and all that
lives is going to die.

Eagles swoop down
on the little white doves
tearing their flesh apart.
Vultures dressed as lions
come out of mushroom clouds
spreading death across the land.

Villages and cities burn.
Corpses lay on mountain sides
and maggots feast on rotting flesh.
In bloodied seas and murky rivers
drowned men with bloated bodies
go floating on to the water.

Mother, Father

go and look for your son
go and look for your daughter
go looking for each other.

Mother, Father

don't you know, tonight
is going to be your turn to die.