Apocalypse

While you sit there, with your
comfortable lives,
thinking and writing
and dreaming
of holocausts and catastrophes
and nightmares
"The end of the world"
is nigh
it's right around the corner.
It's right in front of our doors.

It ain't tomorrow
for that dead black boy.
Murdered because of his colour
blamed for being poor.

Flee for your lives?
What about running for food
queueing up for health
praying for dignity.

You eat your cookies
and drink your tea
and wonder
how having nothing
and fighting for sanity
might look or feel like
in a distant future
after this good, smart humanity
has finally failed.

Well, it's already on the news
maybe a bit distant from you
the kids are already dying
and there are monsters hunting people
on the streets, already
and for many tomorrow's distant
as wonderland
and churches are teeming
with screams for salvation.

The end is nigh
it's here, day and night.
Go on and write a story,
if you might.