APOCALYPSE

We’re heading for disaster.

I can sense it in the air.

Each day the news gets worse,

Pain and misery everywhere.

The front page features murder,

And death by accident,

Storms that wreak destruction,

Defeat and lives misspent.

We hear of endless wars.

Disease its harvests reap.

The elements assail us.

The earth shakes beneath our feet.

The arts have abandoned us.

They repel us and bemuse.

What once delivered hope

Fails even to amuse.

Religion is exposed

As dangerous fantasy.

God may well be there,

But's been made a travesty.

Where do we go from here?

The future’s looking bleak.

I predict apocalypse.

Now I need to take a leak!