The Road To Hell
by J. Allen Wilson — Read all 1,629 poems by J. Allen Wilson
Photo of a person crossing a bridge in San Francisco This Week
Friday, September 11, 2020
The Road to Hell
The days of our days have become the bitter fruit of the tree of hate.
Discord abounds all around as one by one we march towards Hell’s Gate.
Fire rains down from the unrelenting sky and no one cares if we live or die.
Our streets are violently filled with mobs, which spew forth venom so vile.
The churches stand like silent ghost.
A testament to our time as Satan sits and smiles.
Thus, down this road we all march one by one.
The fires of eternity signal the second death.
Forewarned were we of this coming day, yet still we continued to stray; sleep now as you take your final breath.
J. Allen Wilson © 9/11/2020
Rebecca
Sandie
What causes us to blame peaceful protesters under our Constitution when a few miscreants wish to use the peaceful demonstration as a way of acting out in childish behavior. The news media focuses on the bad, with a rightful purpose. It is up to us to discern how serious the problem is. Particularly in our neighborhood. Not far off where it doesn't affect us. Like the coronavirus does and requires our cooperation to defeat.
Wildfires in California, Alaska, the Amazon, Australia and other parts of the world are largely caused by drought that is currently being created by global warming. Now is not a time to yell, "Armageddon" or "the sky is falling," but to begin to focus our efforts making sure that everyone who is displaced by disaster or financially ruined is cared for until they can get back on their feet again. We have faced pandemics before and we know how to deal with them. We just have to follow expert advice and wait for a vaccine that is coming.
You may be suffering from all kinds of ailments, but the world is not coming to an end, yet. We have the resources and the will to correct our problems like we always have. Be thankful you're not living in a time of civil war, 1860-65. You might be worried about your brother shooting you back then.
Ron