Battle Cries

Even before the sun
devoured the whole sky,

the ending had begun

and we were left to die.

Over decades with a smoking gun,

the senators idly stood by,

and thinking that their jobs were done,

fell silent, no reply.

The marches of the uniformed men

and their wilted battle cries:

it all comes back around again

until humanity's demise.

The portly politicians' pens

wrote poetry to chastise.

They ended their prayers at night, "Amen,"

and dreamed about their lies.

Their banter and their bicker

and their precious, petty pork

made their wallets that much thicker,

so they popped another cork

and filled their bellies full of liquor:

a little democratic quirk.

It made a planet sicker,

left a people at the fork

of a bloody, barren road:

to rise up and revolt

and heed the warning crowed

or turn away and bolt

and watch the earth implode

as if no one's at fault.

A punishment for us bestowed:

a wake-up call, a crash, a jolt.

The warning fell upon deaf ears

so our blood rushed through the rivers.

It's everything the innocent feared

and we huddled close and quivered.

Then, closer in the sky appeared

our sun who would deliver

the final blow and with a sneer:

lights out for earth, our deathly shiver.

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"Some 5 billion years from now, there will be a last perfect day on Earth... then the sun will begin to die, life will be extinguished, the oceans will boil and evaporate away." - Carl Sagan Cosmos

"Come you masters of war - you that build all the guns, you that build the death planes, you that build all the bombs, you that hide behind walls, you that hide behind desks - I just want you to know I can see through your masks." - Bob Dylan Masters of War (really, this entire song)

"The drunken politician leaps upon the street where mothers weep and the saviors who are fast asleep: they wait for you." - Bob Dylan I Want You