Catastrophe Poem by Christopher Groves

underlying anxiety
its my aliaby, ya see
confusing and stressful situation
over whelming evidence across the nation
planes go down and bombs go boom
just a kid sitting in their room
what kind of world is it, that we live in?
a large playground plenty of ground for diggin
the worlds time is gettin short
unexpected like an epileptic as their body starts to contort
the world will end before our time
our life is already bitter like a lime
genius' argue and try to plan
try to save our doomed land
its enevitable we're gonna die
so what does it matter if they lie
global warming? economy failing?
no more money for company bailing?
bullshit, none of its true
its just the church trying to control what you do
the world we live in, mid catastrophe
the world ashamed, endlessly