Gabriels Horn

Gabriel is blowing his horn So loud and clear as if to warn Of coming doom that was about to be Change your ways if you don’t see Soothsayers shout their message to all Heed it now in their final call But the people just sat and shook their head They laughed and said it was an imaginary dread Viruses spread quickly from the East To kill the people oh such a beast Where to go we rung our hands Mighty now was God’s command Those infected coughed and bled The uninfected ran away instead No place is safe in this world ours For our sins our safety is now beyond our powers. © Paul Warren Poetry