THE LAST DAYS

A Poem By Mercy Susanna

Photography by Mercy Susanna

Headlines read plague abound

Death and mishap lurk around

Would barely make a secret blend

Drawing lines and glance of tend

We are humans out of dust

Losing love for all the lust

Could we brave out mighty blow?

Jolted roaring thunder glow!

Wash us, cleanse us, inside-out

Let go of dirt, we muse about

Sin and guilt, help overcome

Bind our faith till Jesus come