obscurity
obscenity
the ants go marching one by one
filing up
in short straight lines
buying New York times
they storm the streets
the stocks will crash
what will you do when the world ends?
hide
cry
run
rejoice
laugh in the face
of the world's misfortune?
thoughts
running through the minds
of the few pensive
foreseeing
predicting
prophecying
chaos
destruction
the end-all
be-all of war
what is the world getting itself into?
Author notes
not quite sure what this is. I wanted to write, so I did.
Questions, comments, concerns?
Comments
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The title is so fitting. Good poem!

