Once Upon An Apocalypse

• Alana Lambert, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2013

I was a simple product of a human idea
Born from the desire to achieve,
I lived where I could be completely controlled
For if not the world would grieve,
But those who contained me made one mistake
They let themselves be naïve,
For nothing would ever go exactly to plan
You are foolish to even hope to believe.

Your best hope now is to run and to hide
I am no longer in reach to retrieve,
Your lives shall be lost and your loved ones destroyed
And for you I cannot give a reprieve,
But do not blame me, no, for it is not my fault
Blame those who had the idea to conceive,
What a monster! What a malicious creation!
But I came from your pet peeve.