The world at midnight
If God paused the world at midnight,
dawn will come heavily crammed.
Earth, stunned
at sight of wonders
that tongues shan’t confess in readiness
We’d see pythons and behold men
and flies perching on walls,
gazing with human judgment.
Some, caught off guard;
half man, half wolf
And others by shores,
doffing fish scales
If God paused the world at midnight!
Strange bed fellows, unveiled:
Fathers on daughters
sons on mothers,
pulpits on brothels
and castles on hostels
Hands known for bible,
bearing arms;
Eyes opened to trusted ones
bashing their own
Masks, unveiled
to spot family as devil’s incarnates.
Next-door neighbours set on yards
mining out futures and sowing calamity
If God paused the world at midnight!
Jungles filled with men,
meeting as wolves
Bodies lay on beds
yet souls converge beneath sea
Graves, unbolt
and dead ones walking the streets
Banquets, on
but wine, replaced by blood
Revelations shall alarm,
then men shall know
There’s just more than what seems.
If God paused the world at midnight!
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