Hurry people, the millennium
Is heading straight our way;
Grab your food, your gun and money,
Find your cave for Y2K.
Here comes four horsemen galloping,
Bringing pestilence and fear,
Also death and war and famine;
Seems like any other year.
Apocalyptic thinkers say
That our doom is fate decreed;
If this be Armageddon time
We should have no further need.
I'm taking bets and giving odds,
We'll survive this fearful date;
Be ready, steady now, prepare
For your rendevous with fate.
December-1999
Have you ever written a bad poem, I keep looking but it must be hiding somewhere.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And, by God, we did survive. I remember the fear and chaos during that time- and what a time it was. Great poem.