At the end of it all…

After all is said and done,
To forgive or not will no longer be a choice,
Even the creator will not be able to choose.
Everything will be as it should
But how should it be?
With hands akimbo we will wait and see
If it is fire that will fall from the sky.

Time with her painted lips
Shall tell us beneath the moonlight
How it will end.
We will sit, and watch her words crawl
From out of her mouth and come to pass.

Will father rise against son?
Will daughter slaughter her mother?
Who will be drowned in the fire lake?
Who will make the pearly gates?
The end too will not be fair

Younglan Louis