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