The Rajah's court, it's said, sat dumb with grief,
their sorrow that of those who truly love,
on February the eighteenth, and full moon,
three thousand, one-O-two years ere Christ's birth;

for wise men had foretold that ruthless span:
the golden age, the silver, and the bronze
had passed. The age of iron now began:
the last and worst of ages, where the gods
were to be lost to mind: Virtue herself
from four sound legs, reduced to merely one;
and all the ordered grace of human wealth
to be abused and squandered until gone...

The court sought mercy. Then this answer came:
'Give, and give, in full. Repeat God's name.'

Michael Shepherd

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0269-the-age-of-iron-kali-yuga/