Poetry

The End

By 31st December 2012December 9th, 2019No Comments

It’s December twenty twelve;
The Mayan calendar’s run out.
They told us that the world would end,
But it appears that we’re still here
And nothing very much has changed.
We’re still all ruled by greedy men
And that is how it’s going to be
Until the world’s destroyed again,
As foretold in a prophecy
Which someone somewhere will get right.
So until then I’ll sleep at night.

Andrew Diamond

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