Hand of God

Just like Isaiah was sent forth, So too Did Sylvia Browne, Up North; Sent to Preach to both gentiles and jews alike And in “End Of Days” she wrote her spike. Gloated over and called , Mad, Mocked and jeered by many a lad, And just like Isaiah, heeded not so too, she was cut short. They abided not by His word Basking in pleasanteries far from the Lord, Shunning his mercy page by page Oblivious of His heinous rage Then the Almighty fury Bursted through the clouds in glory Erupting from His glorious Hand Landing in Turrets, in Wuhan!! Like a scyth, men bowed like grasses like smitherrens, they scattered like glasses Spanish flu some did say, But on and on, it spiraled, paused in replay. The Media reeked of it Others exclaimed “ God forbid” On and on it erupted steadily, From the hand that pointed unwaveringly. Presidents sweated themselves in agony while the old became history Researchers hit heads on doorways, mixing chemicals under sunrays. “God’s wrath on Us for being inhumane? Or Mans means to keep the poupulation maim?” Such thoughts invaded many a head While some more took to bed. The Hand of God at us still points steadily For our sins has cost us heavily And while Science has bounced minutely Is Time to return to God in Harmony. While the heart is Pure And Man is at peace with his brother for Sure Only then Would God uplift his Hand And Free us from the plight ofWuhan.