fauxcroft

The sun goes down

A burning red hot sphere,

And soon with its descent

No light will shine here,

All will be cloaked in darkness

Then the appearance of fear,

Will we ever see the sun

Ever rise again and appear,

Or is it one second to midnight

And is it we don’t understand,

That nature and the universe

Doesn’t abide by man’s plan,

Maybe without realising it

That somehow maybe,

There’s something more in store

For a species that is brutal

And who’s hands are covered in gore,

For sending people out to fight

All their illegal fucking wars,

These orders should be deemed a crime

And so should therefore be against the fucking law.