Apocalypse Poetry: The End
On a perfect day in June
The day finally came to an end
The old man sitting on the park bench
Said bye to all his animal friends
.
The man in the white lab coat
Tried to replicate the cure
But what he failed to understand
Was the cure led to war.
The man with the red book
Did not use the word
The word could have stopped the war
But the word went unheard.
The man in the black business suit
Waited to plant the seeds
He decided he would make more money
If the world was truly in need.
The man of skin and bone
Who wanted to cheat death
Saw the man in the black business suit
And decided to commit theft
He bludgeoned the man in black
To within an inch of his life
And finished him off
With the cut of a knife.
He pocketed the man’s money
But tossed away the case with seeds
So the seeds would never be planted
Because of the man in blacks greed.
The war that could have been prevented
Destroyed the worlds food supply
With nothing left to eat
Many people began to die
The man in the white lab coat
Had so much guilt to bear
He took his own life
As he gave into the despair
The old man on the bench
Tried his best to stop them all
But because no one would listen
The world began to fall.
