God's Fury

The accumulated riches

That you bathe yourself in

Can’t save you away

From the frowns of Death;

A single handsome deed may!

The burgeoning ego

That you have nourished within

Can’t win you a hearty smile;

A single humble act,

An unconditional apology, may!

The all-encompassing greed

That you unconsciously feed on

Can’t let you experience

The true bliss of sublime happiness;

A will and zeal to spend your life,

Helping the deprived live in peace, may!

Shed these piled trashes, you devious brat;

Confess your mortal sins

With all modesty and honesty,

So I may consider reinfusing in you

The 'milk of human kindness'

That your battered self has left to dry.