The End Of The World

The End Of The World short poem

Uploaded by Jeanne_Fiedler

Do you think it’s the end?
the wild waves foaming
over the gardens of paradise
the sinners still floating

The rich getting richer
the poor slobbering in poverty
down the dark trails of doom
homeless and starving

Do you think we’ll make it
with the environment dying
and the poison in our foods
the stress pulsating in our veins

The housing market squeaking
like a mouse in the corner
hiding its terror and torment
its frustration and failing

Do you think that we’ll hear it
When it’s the stone cold truth
When love has to be accepted
greed and corruption rejected?

Do you think we’ll understand
finally before the end comes
that life is a journey
not just a phase of history

Our lives need to reach higher
and bigger and brighter
Our purpose deeper and stronger
Our earth saved from its sentence

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I was a really confused and crazy teenager and college student growing up in the 60's.  I love poetry, art, music and drama. I also love children and want to help them enter the hard world ready and able. I love Bill Clinton, Bill and Melinda Gates and last but not least, Barack Obama, because they are gifted and compassionate.  
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