Apocalypse Poem by Ishrat khan

With the celebration of immorality,
This is the world I'm living
Which is an endless destruction;
Mighty in cruel action; power of disbelieving

Where pessimism takes place everywhere;
filled with proudness of falsehood
A little or no direction it reaches;
towards mankind or brotherhood

To strive for goodness against;
those conflicts and riots
to cause happiness and love in many;
there's a vengeance in the hearts

Debased people with frozen heart,
sometimes are mephobic in nature
A slight human race that diminishes
every life of the existing creature

Temporary seems permanent yet;
Though it has to get devastated
As the rectitude is slowly vanishing
Withholding to be ever alienated

This is a final Apocalypse of place;
Where humanity may least survive
Hell is happy and waiting to call us
And soon may encounter after we die!