The End Poem by Kevin Patrick II

This is the end
And I don't no where it began
Somewhere down the line, it unraveled in a mess
now the stories been lost under
6 feet of plot


And no one mourned
for the mother who bared a cross
Across a street of thorns, they looked on with disgust
Upon the son she sheltered love
And was her albatross


and old maids wept
In their parade of endless grief
The clowns wore their frowns wearing elegant black gowns
As the priest laughed playing black jack
With Hells Angels


Then jesters raged
Against the Silicon prophets
who built an Eden from Sodom and Gomorrah
And made the world a graveyard of
cold equations



Leaders of men
Made a banquet of suffering
They ate their golden calf and sneered the peoples wrath
Picking the crumbs of justice for
Their just deserts



And the crows cried
Among the endless factories
The smokestacks made black clouds of cancerous sky
And the earth died screaming in the
Name of progress


The world moves on
We are the masters in our box
I tried to think clearly but my brain always crashed
Nothing grows under the son, now
This is the end