Notes About The Poem
Do you believe in fantasy?
The End of the World
In this world we seek wealth and that better life
Finding lies, debt, plague and fear, in this forest of strife
Spirit weak, hopeless, afraid to answer when any query is raised
behind apathy and delusion hide, thinking earth will be unfazed
See the deadly dregs of destructive waste, defiled sea and sand
With our befouling of the heavens, mutating plant and man
Creating wealth is the priority, of humanity on earth
Pantology repressed, to seed arrogance not mirth
The people's voice was muted, for way to many years
Unanswered questions persist, we can't afford to fear
Still round the corner there may wait a new road or a secret gate
To save our world and all humanity from their present fate
Is it possible to correct our mistakes and save this great land
Seems ironic to say but, "Our fate is in the Peoples Hands".
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