*THE END IS HERE*
By Goodness Vincent ChisomChisom
Sulking babes left abandoned to their fate while their mothers stare nothingless into the sky.
The bravest of men are gone and young lads left to roam.
The sky thick with black smoke with no hope for the fishes to breathe.
Chaos rips the town apart after all the good men are gone.
With little or no hope, our maidens walk into the night with more fear than bravery.
The eerie darkness more creepier due to the silence of the night birds.
When animals sleep and the sun hides behind the cloud.
When the hooting of the owl can be heard miles away.
When the river refuse to produce and the birds refuse to sing after the world black's out.
Chaos rips the air last night because the end is here.
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