Thursday, December 7, 2023

Rocky Ride

 Another poem I found when trying to clean up the boxes in my study.  When this is from, I'm not sure.  It could trace back to high school, but it could be from later, college or my twenties.


The world is coming to an end


Some see natural catastrophe

of floods and fire, of earthquakes

and locusts as from long ago

They warn of the coming of the apocalypse.

As for survivors, only true believers need apply.


Some see doom in the rise of technology

and the fall of humanity.

Filth and pollution and environmental destruction

leave the world a decayed apple.

fit only for worms and other creatures

that thrive in the slime.


Others see the end as coming in man's aggressive toys.

Bmbs and germs and other things

that can make the world go boom in a press of a button.

They warn of the spread of this terror

to smaller countries and littler people.

Pompous dictators and idealistic revolutionaries dying to start the war

no one will survive.


Others close their eyes to the coming doom

And choose t olive out their lives in blissful ignorance

consuming themselves into oblivion.

Some even preach the gospel of hope, 

that man can conquer any problem

and the end is only the fantasy of gutless doomsayers.


But I, just like the small boy

on his first roller coaster ride at the amusement park,

only want a hand to hold

during the rocky ride.




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