THE END?
Eight thirtyHad a shower
Still feel dirty
Air showers
Not the same
Scented with flowers
Remembering day's
When it was snowing
The water stopped flowing
A short time after
All the animals died
For some perverse reason
Man survived
On foods preserved
How long can man survive
When they run out of reserves
In a dog eat dog world
Eventually everyone dies
Not enough tears left to cry
Mankind realised to late
This wretched world
Was meant for sharing
Instead it was used for hate
As the last vestibule of life
Watched as the last spacecraft left
Without mankind earth itself
No longer struggles to stay alive
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-11-12 at 12:07
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