Day of anger, that awful day,
Last curtain call, last tragic play,
The day our world was thrown away.

A trumpet sounds, all shake with fear,
Pitiless sound so wondrous clear,
Summon the Judge who sheds no tear.

The dead shall rise, groaning, accusing,
Burden of blame our sins assuming,
Lost lives unborn our guilt refusing.

Dead and alive and not yet born
Will stand before the court forlorn,
Upon the book their deeds are sworn:

Poverty, debt, third-world hunger,
Warring tribes, lands torn asunder,
Earth rebels, waves roll us under;

Ice caps melting, global warming,
Polluting smog from chimneys yawning,
Dying planet wreathed in mourning.

No god, no king, no head of state
Can our crimes ameliorate
Before the drear, dread frown of Fate.

Damned, confounded, cursed, despised,
Imploring hands reach to the skies,
All cry ‘mercy’ – no voice replies.

Repent too late, too late to pray,
There’s no one listening anyway,
Our fragile world died yesterday.