I used to dream
of the world's end.
pretty extreme,
watching civilisation bend.
I wondered if I'd survive
the death of a community,
the crumbling of humanity.
through it, could I strive?
the thought of it
excited me,
my survival kit
beside me.
but the apocalypse is coming,
and the hoards of hell are drumming,
and I don't think I'm prepared,
because I'm really fucking scared.
regions are on fire,
and it's like the government built the pyre.
no one gives a shit,
it's the people that take the hit.
when someone brings a gun,
and devastates a school
and the bodies have been abandoned
you still question if it happened.
but if you're foreign,
you'll get the blame.
unless you're white,
they'll surely take aim.
they call their own patriots,
for starting race riots.
especially if they come from wealth,
they'll just pass it off as mental health.
they're keeping kids in cages,
whilst they're cutting off your wages,
which they normalise in phases,
and then the media destroy all traces
of a country with a drug habit,
that'll do nothing to inhibit
a psycho that's taken the wheel
of the power he thought he could steal.
a wasteland of disunity,
once the land of opportunity,
run by villains with impunity,
who are trashing your community.
Is there any way they could come back from the brink?
Find salvation?
It makes me think,
whatever happened to assassination.