End Of The World Poem by Ivan Chizurum Ezeigbo

What shall we see when the world ends?
Shall our lives be lends?
Everybody shall be in confusion
As if they just suffered concussion
There shall be a lot of distraction
Not to mention,
The end of the world shall be a total destruction
It might appear like fiction
But death shall then be like a distribution
Except some who make their life a pension
Within men, there shall be tension
And fallacy, shall be people's word function
And hopes to survive is corrosion
Widespread sorrow and desperation
Shall be their story like an infection
And reality of their past their trembling section
But slowly shall I stand to watch in affection
The end of the world in total succession