The End (A Joke....I Hope) Poem by Pietro Grossi

The End (A Joke....I Hope)



When everyone will drop
The litter in the bin...
Cat and dog will be
Very good friends...
There'll be only the season
Sprin-Sum-Aut-Win
And peace will keep it's place
Inside of men.

When all the forests
Will be construction land...
No one bird anymore

Will cross the air...
All dead fishes will lay
Over the sand...
Atmosfere of
Foreboding and fear.

Waves of sea will grow huge
Sky getting close
About colour of skin
Men will stop fights,
Like prism, that blending colours,
It shows the Light.

When the atomic bomb
Will greet the last New Year.

When the Earth will loose
It's orbit around the Sun...
Love will win
And anger will be bent...
Hatred will no more pervade
Heart of the man...
All going in counter way....
Will be THE END.

The End (A Joke....I Hope)
Saturday, February 27, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: fantasy fiction
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I got the idea lintening an old italian song of group Nomadi 'Noi non ci saremo' (We will not be here) .Anyway I was 7 years old when for the first time many were afraid of a profecy of an imminent end, and many other times long my life the same.But we are still here, because nobody knows when and if....
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kim Barney 27 February 2016

I hope so, too.

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Pietro 6 28 February 2016

Don't worry, I heard about the imminent end many times, but all goes on, thanks

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