The End Will Come Poem by Cheyenne Magee

Caos and destruction, things that exist.
Saddness and anger roll on with.
I see things coming, that we may never see
because of the way we live and establish.
The need to argue, the need to fight,
sometimes comes on strong,
and I don't feel that is right.
The childeren you raise, see things unseen.
They imagine peace and tranquility.
If we do not change the way we live,
the end will come and no new begins.
Do you see what you cause?
Do you see what has begun?
The end will come, and soon enough, you will see.
It may be seen too late,
so please try to see, don't wait.