APOCALYPSE

APOCALYPSE

A Poem by Mac

All was well on the surface of the earth

Men got death and children got birth

The countries were all of slavery free

There was a million cutting down of trees

 

Suddenly the wind blew in a gust

People started to make a fuss

It rained, it stormed, fucked was the weather

Lava spew out, all of this together

 

All of this together, came to rise up

Engulfing everyone in its gulp

Man should have left earth alone

Because now it rots with a rusty moan.

© 2013 Mac


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A very powerful write...I like the message here...:)

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sami Khalil

10 Years Ago

You are good. Pen on , sir...:)
Mac

10 Years Ago

oh no...im no sir...but i read your poem 'frankestein'....AWESOME!!!
Sami Khalil

10 Years Ago

You can leave a review if you like on the poem. It is up to you...You are welcome...:)
Ordinary form without metrical structure.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mac

11 Years Ago

I tried to make a childish version...but can't stop swearing in my writing

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Added on September 23, 2013
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Jamshedpur, Jharkhand, India



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