End times

It’s not what Nostradamus said

even revelations are unheard

the world, I fear is ending near

with bullies, rapists and people smeared.

 

It starts with just a tiny cracking

with morals and manners lacking

scandals, sex and drugs abound

rotting each and every town.

 

Each flood that drowns, erodes the earth

and fires burn our homes to dirt

earthquakes, landslides kill within

and hurricanes, tornadoes always win.

 

With each and every shooting spree

a hurt explodes inside of me

a murder here, a kidnap there

each sin becomes too much to bear.

 

A man in tatters holds a sign

the end is near, the truth shall rhyme

just one more crime may be the crack

in this tired Earth’s breaking back.

 

-Sandra Johnson, 6/22/19

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