War
Death
“Take arms! ” was the cry
Cannons at the ready
“we’ve run out of shells, sir! ”
Take the taters
Aim, FIRE
spuds zoom through the air
Famine
Starvation
“They took our spuds” they protested
Cannibalism takes over
Feast on human flesh
Chaos
Anarchy
Human race demolished
Habitats destroyed
Planet crumbles
This is how the world ends
Pity,
All because of flying potatoes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem Farina, may I also know how my latest poem 'The stallion' sit with you