Apocalypse Poem by Arundhati Thakur

Lush Lifestyles won't last,
Several will lament their past,
Troops will lose that gruesome war,
For their pride, they'll fight so far,
Slaves will be pleased to be liberated,
For them, to die is better than to be hated,
Babies won't feel the fear,
Several will cry for their dear,
God will be memorized by all,
Even the angles will fall,
When all their prayers will fail,
Will see blurred, misty images in hail,
Will remember the sins they did,
And that dishonesty they secretly hid,
Children will shed tears on seeing destructions,
Gadgets will lose their functions,
No contacts, no rescue missions,
Only tsunamis, Volcanoes and Nuclear emissions,
Rage of nature will raid,
All memories will slowly fade,
I'll not cry, not worry ‘bout it,
Will show my annoyance and shout at it,
Then sit silently and wait,
Not love will last nor hate,
Will see my life as it slips,
And enjoy and feel sorry for that furious Apocalypse.