The Doomsday Knell
I heard the bells ringing and singing to me
“The saviour is risen, hearken to he”
My faith in life renewed, I stumbled with glee
Ready to welcome his glorious sanctuary
But now the darkness tolls in tumultuous clanging
As my fellow souls are bleeding and dying
With trembling hands I crawled amongst the living
My tune is now changed to a melancholic ringing
Oh damn you that knows not my broken song
You who enjoys sanctuary all the day long
You who promised life and gifted hate
May you never know that heavenly gate
Cursed am I to live amongst such rot
Who feed upon others and no faith have they got
Oh God if you can hear my fervent plea
Summon such vile creatures immediately to thee
Oh day of darkness oh day of hell
Wretched are those of us who lived to tell
This tale of woe, this bleeding melancholy
This doomsday knell is my wounded soul’s symphony
*A poem in remembrance of the 21st of April 2019 Easter attacks in Sri Lanka.
