'' The End Of Our Days '' Poem by Bri Mar

Our fragile peace,
Is based on fear,
Along with our manic mistrust,
It will never cease,
Nor disappear,
Until we are all turned to dust.

Who fires first?
Will they win?
The consequences outweigh the threat,
There is a thirst,
For the ultimate sin,
But it's a decision the world will regret.

As resources die,
The time will come,
When someone will make that decision,
Common sense won't apply,
They'll be struck dumb,
For the outcome we've made no provision.

The nuclear deterrent,
When finally released,
Will show Earth as a bright dying star,
In Humans it's inherent,
To create the deceased,
Strange but to us not bizarre.

An almighty fire,
Will then ensue,
A nuclear storm will follow,
For life it's dire,
We'll all say adieu,
Our planet will become but a hollow.

This is reality,
We're almost there,
Unless Humankind changes it's ways,
We face finality,
Yes, total despair,
We are witnessing,

‘' The End Of Our Days ‘'