End Of The World

• Camille Caroline, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2007

Such trepidation, such hate.
A world where leaders choose the people’s fate.
They deceive, they kill they lie
Children shout, mothers cry, innocent men die
How can you stand to live here?
Live with all torture, amongst all the fear.
Can’t you see that they are hurting?
Why can’t you stop all the pain and all the fighting?
They’re consumed but this dumb war
Yet they don’t even know what they‘re fighting for
A pointless strife, full of spite
Espionage by day, destruction but night.
They’re trapped by their vanity,
And broken promises to humanity.
Hope is lost, faith is taken
And small shattered memories are forsaken.
Stop and look at yourselves!
Hypocrites, murderers!
Stop passing the blame, it’s you!
Hypocrites, murderers!
You are the only disease we need to cure.
Little Johnny sat alone
With the wonders of life still unknown
He watched the girls jump the rope
And saw the boys play ball, so full of hope,
But then his world collapsed ’round his head
When little Jonny fell down dead
He looked up and saw a bomb descend
Who would’ve known how his world would end?