The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse riding towards us

The entire world changed two months ago. My mom walked at home and fell on street. It was not just the work of gravity Newtonians forces, but a slip toward devastation, scream and pain together. Arms crying out to heaven. My mother God did not answer her pleas (God of Israel); just silence broken for shouts in the night. The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse riding towards us. After, hospital emergency, and Trump.