The End

Ok, ok. This is not a good as it used to be. I wrote the original one in my sophmore year in high school, in 2005. I lost it somewhere, And it's lost forever, but I remembered bits and pieces of it. So I tried to write it again. Like I said, not as good a

The End

By
Steven "Screechawk k'Shaya" Marshall

"What is this world coming to, coming to today?"
Is the thought running through my head on this gloomy day
"Are we, as society, going up, up, up,
Or are we going down, down to a corrupt?
Is our ecosystem coming to a bend
or is this world coming to an end?"

Women wearing shirts showing cleavage
Keeping all these men on the edge
I see things I'd rather not see
When men wear their pants clear down to the knee
I do understand one thing, and it's not the trend
But that this world is coming to an end

The severity of this increases with time
As I look in the newspaper, "More And More Crime"
The media getting into things they should not
And movies of bloody fights with a robot
This world, a message, to me, they send
Is this world is coming to an end

And when that time comes, we surly would know
With the lashing of the sea, and the eruption of the volcano
Tornadoes and Flash Floods appear across the land
And constant Hurricanes beating on the sand
At this time, no one can help you, not even your friend
This is the world coming to an end

Freak fires tear each great building down
People in masses would start leaving their town
But they quickly realize, there's no place to hide
Then they wish that would have quickly died
The problems of the world, the Earth will mend
As this world of ours comes to an end

Where we go afterward, I do not know
Whether we go up above, or to hell down below
We'll all be together, Moms, Dads, Uncles, and Aunts
While on the Earth, nothing survives, not even the plants
I can hear the words whispered in the blowing of the wind
The world has finally come to an end.