Armageddon

Turned on the TV to see what they'd say There's crowds in the streets all around the UK Shelves being ransacked at Tesco all day It's happening too in the U S of A My TV depicting an end, clearly near With Donald Trump there and Brexit right here Then back to the masses, although it’s unclear Whether it's panic or madness or fear They're showing us scenes of emptying shelves With mobs going frantic, all out for themselves TVs get lifted from where they were racked It's easy to see that society's cracked Hoarders are scooping up baked beans and bread Brand names all gone, own label instead 'Food for my family', is what one said 'I've got to provide for fear they'd be dead’ Coffee and alcohol, biscuits and cakes Sausages, burgers, bacon and steaks Folk grab at board games with ladders and snakes And luxury watches, both real ones and fakes And now the news treats us to Donald Trump's face He's saying he's set for a nuclear race He's gonna build brick walls all over the place Cos the US is full and there ain't no more space So they're panicking far and they're panicking near The whole of the western hemisphere The Ruskies have nukes and they're all pointing here It seems that the mobs are in justified fear Then back to the markets and bustling streets Shopping bags bulging with with copious eats Vegetables, fruit and myriad meats All crammed into car boots and on the back seats. Now we view traffic jammed up standing still Ambulance racing to someone who's Ill Drivers attempting to show some goodwill No room to manoeuvre though sirens are shrill Then back to the clambering hands and shelves bare Frantic swipes reach for the last items there Desperate housewives all pulling out hair Their trollies still holding a square inch of air As fighting breaks out in aisle number eight Some fellow bought milk... An entire crate But what made the other bloke really irate? The last crate was grabbed by the first bloke's mate I turn in shame from my TV Can't bare to see the things I see Where once we had humanity This war has brought depravity But as I turn, the room to leave I hear the words I can't believe Do my eyes and ears deceive? This is not war... It's Christmas Eve