Doomsday

It was six o five on sunday, the year twenty fifty one. When the news told how it happened, and when it had begun. There were people running everywhere, as the panic hit the streets. There were little children crying, from the lack of food to eat. It was foretold four and twenty years, before it had arrived. To put an end to war and hate, if man wished to survive. But man is just an animal, who's lust rules over all. He strives to reach the universe, while his thinking is so small. He's a greedy little insect, who thinks only of himself. He thinks in terms of ownership, He thinks in terms of wealth. But then the fateful day arrived, and struck the deadly blow. And put an end to all man's fear's, Of the things he'd never know. So listen all you people, On the planets near and far. Don't ever strive to be like Man, Be happy as you are! {Dedicated to the memory of Man} Randall S Hazen