Asteroid

Sixty-five million years B.C. No human being around to see Near total extinction: a catastrophe Heaven knows when the next one will be Astronomer Bob, didn't expect to see Speeding on its lethal trajectory NASA insist it shall pass safely by Lowlife reporter exposes that lie Three days remain to atone for our sin Many men turn to beer, whisky or gin Mothers on knees beseeching the sky Clutching their children they openly cry Two days remain to face our worst dreads And ponder the lack of atomic warheads Some say a couple of well focused hits Our nemesis shattered to vaporised bits One day remains to reflect on humanity Many enact hedonistic insanity Others pen memoirs hand written at speed Futile indulgence for no man to read And lo is the sky ignited ablaze Searing the vision of man’s final gaze Impact tremendous but count not the dead For it simply flattened my grandfather’s shed