Apocalypse

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Visions of the apocalypse —
Sodom and Gomorrah cites all ablaze
My mind’s eye sees in a glimpse.
Just raise time’s perennial haze.

The Dark Ages come again.
Frightened humanity shudders within.
Disease and strife abound,
Wailing voices the only sound.

If this story should ever relate,
My next breath I would gladly forsake.
My grave a preferred domicile,
For mankind becomes an imbecile.

All Poetry — Henry Barnard

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Published by Henry Barnard

I am a voracious reader and also enjoy writing. I often have a very different point of view than the popular one. I do see value in debate, and thought it might add to the public debate on controversial issues if I were to express my contrarian opinions. I also started keeping my poems recently (I've written little pieces my whole adult life but never kept any); and I've been a photographer now for over 25 years. So I will be adding an occasional poem and hopefully interesting photograph to the blog along the way, just to spice things up.

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