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
Loving the evolution, the consistent verbal cracking, dragging it onward or downward, as the case may be.
Thanks, I was thinking this might be one of my.entries.