Doom

Screams of anguish and torment filter the atmosphere The streets are cracked open and the crowds' are all full of fear Where could we go to switch gear? How can we clean up this mess? Where shall our shelter take place? Could we beat this game of chess? Silence plants itself in the ruins where we all lay in despair The buildings are jacked-up, the automobiles are wrecked...Why is this so unfair? How are we going to make a living? Is there a place available for us? Where shall our peace take place? Could we have good luck showered upon us? Or are we all going to cope with this devastating doom?