The End is Nigh

Sharp as a tack,
Hard as a nail,
Quick as a smack,
Slow as a snail.

The flick of a knife,
A cold plaintive wail,
One wasted life,
A penitent trail.

Quiet as the grave,
High as a kite,
Unable to save,
Try as he might.

Horrors to come,
Murder and rape,
A long way from home,
No hope of escape.

Turn a blind eye,
Watch from afar,
The question asked: Why?
As bad as they are.

Sharp as a tongue
Hard as a heart
Quick as a rumour
Slow as restart

The flick of revolt,
A cold heartless man?
To change or to halt?
It’s tough, but he can.

Quiet as a mouse,
High as the sky
Safe as a house,
Bitter as a lie.

Horrors are here,
Murder, death, kill.
Everything to fear,
Blood and oil spill.

Wealth is our aim
Almost from birth
Stake every claim
Our victim? The Earth