The End Poem by Devon McElveen

We know not the world we are brought into.
The war that this earth we walk has been through.
Indeed we are mere beings on a mighty rock.
Though we act is if we are immune to it's clock.
Every moment we grow closer to meet our end.
Yet, we do very little to make amends.
so many think of how we can make our last stand
When we aren't even sure how it all began.
Will we lose our home, or miss our sun?
Will we separate, or work as one?
In due time, the answer will be known.
How much longer can we call Earth home?