The calamitous end of this world be
Not far off for everyone to see
Those who rule, there to deceive,
Are agents of hate, of wars to decree.
Irony lies in that most deny to believe
Such truth by others to conceive
In hopes of correction to retrieve
Before fulfilment of such destructive destiny.
Climate, war, revolution: source to cause
The end is pointless, its our human flaws;
The inability to harness a momentary pause
In the path of self-destruction, in the grip of death’s claws;
Be it by sanction or global decree of new humanitarian laws
To stifle the advancement the war machines draws
Upon self-hatred’s ravenous feeding jaws
Before our last chance at civility, dignity, upon which to draw.
naykdpoet 
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