The Beginning of the End

Note: The first poem I ever wrote and kept. Written four years ago. Put up purely for sentimental reasons.

As the rain came pouring down
Walked through the streets of that little town
Saw the whole country in that little place
All huddled in that tiny space.

The colours all blinding bright
Most in dark poverty
Some in wealthy light
A line drawn sharply across
Marking the border that must not be crossed

The beginning of the end arrives
Ends the world of walls
Even as humanity cries
For acceptance it calls

An apocalypse slowly drawing near
Oblivious to the pouring tears
Darkness falls on this little town
Coming closer, now nearer the ground

Teeming with people running around
Raising their voices and stamping the ground
Holding up banners of war and peace
Walking noisily through mucky streets

Telling the "Gods" that the world is not their's
That one day as they have
"Gods" will pain have to bear.