The End of the World As We Know It
Where will it end?
When will it end?
Or will it only get worse?
It’s the twenty-first century curse.
Some say we’ve had it too easy
Become too complaisant
The thought makes me queasy
How did we not know?
Were we all so blind?
So thoroughly aligned
Our thoughts combined
In one voice
A voice increasingly weak
Victims of doublespeak
But is it too late?
Must we merely accept our fate?
Lord, give us a voice
For now we must make a choice
Will we be sheep?
Awake though asleep
Only time and action will tell
Can we still save ourselves
From this living hell?
First we must open our eyes
Close our ears to the lies
Only then, if we’re wise
Can we save our own lives
Copyright © Ellen Gwaltney Bales | Year Posted 2023
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