the end is near
By Malia S
Published 26 September 2024
I am standing over here,
But I do fear
The end is near.
The grass is thinning just like hair,
There is smoke inside our air,
There is oil, don’t you care?
I feel that there is hope,
But she’s at the end of her rope,
The end is near.
Things we have left to find,
We all just need to be kind,
The end is near.
Look at the sea,
What can it be?
Take a deep breath,
Do you smell death?
The end is near.