#Poetry #Poem
THE DAY GOD’S WRATH FELL
by Bill Kochman
09-01-2024
Surely we cannot say that we didn’t know,
His messengers many warnings had given,
But we were so drunk on that wicked spirit,
And so to greater sin we were simply driven.
Across the country like a rampant disease,
Our foolish rebellion just so rapidly spread,
Oh how we danced so wildly in city streets,
Not once did we really stop to think ahead.
But then the sands of time suddenly ran out,
And a wrathful God said we had gone too far,
So just like that His judgments began to fall,
And now in tribulation is where we sadly are.
The sound of mirth is now quiet everywhere,
And only weeping and terrible sadness reign,
While even tho we try to console each other,
There’s just no ridding ourselves of this pain.
Rebellious children stricken by an angry God,
Even our desperate prayers He will not hear,
But now we understand that it’s our own fault,
Because we did not give His prophets an ear.
