This is the End of the World
This is the end of the world:
sitting on the front porch sipping
coffee with the scent of wisteria
floating by. Wondering why
the world can’t seem to slow itself down.
This is the end of the world:
single mom cursing the absent
father leaving them behind
for some elusive rainbow ride
with no look back in love or regret.
This is the end of the world:
some politician selling his soul
to keep the money rolling in,
to hold the reins of power,
forgetting those who put him there.
This is the end of the world:
some pastor preaching the end of time,
selling his books and schemes on gold
and stock, while in vestments, hold
the body and blood of Christ (hostage).
This is the end of the world:
violence justified and glorified —
but nothing more than genocide;
all to validate the mad
dreams of mad men dying for legacy.
This is the end of the world:
where lion lies down with lamb,
the child plays in the den of the snake:
a world renewed for humankind,
where man and woman live in peace.
This is the end of the world.
© Darryl Willis 2022
