Scorn

Come Armageddon, only she will survive, Crawl through destruction, though limbless, alive. Civilization now crumbling to dust, Detritus that slices, so deeply unjust, treacherous terrain bears the anger and hate Of society's true nature the dead did create. And on her arrival no pain does she feel, Immune to her wounds, for the flesh ones will heal, But full is her heart of despair without end. She heaves herself upright her message to send And yells down the crater to whom she knows not, "Come on, mother er is that all you've got?"