End of the World

A Poem by Randy

This is kind of a dark poem that went with a dark picture of the moon I took the other night. I wanted it to match the mood of the picture I took

I walked to the end of the world last night
And peered over the edge
I saw good people going hungry
I saw evil people decadent in their excesses
Crying they need more of the pie
I saw the masses of the self-righteous
Walking like zombies to pay homage to the rich
A offering on hopes that someday
They will be the decadent too
I saw solders killing without cause
While politicians cried more, more, more
Then I saw the great and merciful moon
Doing her part to save humanity from itself
By shorting the days or we would all surely die