‘I owe you for what happened

Someone once told me the world
must end.
Again…
This time the consequences will be
Dire.
Engulfed in fire
Down to the wire
Plucked off one by one
Such an untimely end.

A bomb has been dropped from
the tree.
A delicious fruit grown from
World War Three.
It has been talked about
even now.
President Bush will show us how.

A torn world
A fight between the sexes
In a race, to affect the face
Of the world at stake.

Lives of such, this murderer
seems to take
From all the lies and war
He makes.

The sky is red
As I sit amongst the dead
A glowing hue to contrast
the blue.
As I walk I wonder
‘Why not take me instead?’

This is the end
That’s oh so near
A terrible fate
I’ve grown to fear
It’s all fun till it’s
Said and done.
All that’s left is to wait
Until the terrible fate
Gets here.