HIS Touchdown is here,
At last!
After a long, long time -
After an enduring patience,
Following HIS long silence,
Following HIS myriad warnings,
HE has finally unleashed
The fruit of defiance -
Corona Virus; Covid-19,
To a world hard-of-hearing.

Though we count the millions lost
And shrink back into the cocoons
Of our homes,
Terrified and confused,
The begining has not ended,
It's the smoke of HIS stirring feet
As HE readies HIMSELF to arise
And touchdown on all:
The religious and other hypocrites
The political and other oppressors
The economic and other exploiters
The social and other deceivers
All the mockers of HIS law
All who live off HIS people.

Let's all shed our gowns of pride
Let's shed our garments of mockery
And seek peace with HIM again,
And truthfully repent our cold sins
Before HIS anger drowns us all
HE who holds the seven seas
In the palm of HIS hand -
HE who breathed everything
Into existence
He who can think-off Everything
Into extinction -
HE who is
In all the universes
At once.

Let's all in our personal little ways
Go to the closet and whisper
A genuine apology to HIM
For all the things
We shouldn't have done, but did
And all those
We should have done, but didn't
And thus HIS holy wrath cool down
And avert HIS imminent touchdown.