What Shall the World Come to in the End?

I hath see many lives 

Turn to waste

Where pencil meets paper

And pipe greets mouth,

The eyes see no end of the

Long tunnel ahead,

Afraid to wander any further

Less a black hole come to be;

I hath seen many lives

Turn to waste

Where words meet tongue 

And ears greet silence,

There is no love,

Nor peace;

Hatred reigns true 

Throughout the land,

Kindness has turned to turmoil, 

Horse shit hath hit the fan,

No good remains;

Evil rules the Earth for

The war is won,

Unfair or not, 

And the victors stand proud,

Reveling in their bastard glory.