As The Four Winds Blow

Have you read tomorrow's news?

So horrific, I cannot write

It's just an apocalyptic strain

Dealing with distracting tunes.

There's no help from the United Nations

Upset over the smallest slight

Negativity a drain on the brain

Stuck in a frustration station

Some wear frowns, stuck in a ghost town

Walking skeletons, the dancing dead

There's no music, not a jet sound

Suffering because they've been misled.

Some will survive, having won

Some escape, shaking like a reed

Troubles are more than just a noun

They multiply and continue to spread

Islands will sink, people will drown

Meteors and missiles equal dread

The last appeal has gone around

People suffer with much unsaid

People are down, lying on the ground

Over their head, can't get out of bed

This world becomes a ghost town

Following a man on a horse so red.

Forward to battle stations

Do you ask for famine rations?

Too many warring nations

There's a total lack of patience

Soon, there'll be woeful winds

Draconian laws so unkind.

Evil is worse than slime

And there'll be no place to dine

Some wear frowns, stuck in a ghost town

Walking skeletons, the dancing dead

There's no music, not a jet sound

Suffering because they've been misled.

Some will survive, having won

Some escape, shaking like a reed

Troubles are more than just a noun

They multiply and continue to spread

 Islands will sink, people will drown

Meteors and missiles equal dread

The last appeal has gone around

People suffer with much unsaid

People are down, lying on the ground

Over their head, can't get out of bed

This world becomes a ghost town

Following a man on a horse so red.

Troubles that always bite

Very few want to do right

Barrooms of jealous fight

So much darkness and no light

Clouds of insecure fear

Some people dare to shift gears

Division from social peers

And a rain of falling tears

My mistakes, I do condemn

Students study, high as they cram

Fires burn on hills all aflame

Anger behind a door that slams

Some people will cry and weep

Very few are able to sleep

Evil gets worse as it winks

Darkness increases, and is very deep.

Some wear frowns, stuck in a ghost town

Walking skeletons, the dancing dead

There's no music, not a jet sound

Suffering because they've been misled.

Some will survive, having won

Some escape, shaking like a reed

Troubles are more than just a noun

They multiply and continue to spread

Islands will sink, people will drown

Meteors and missiles equal dread

The last appeal has gone around

People suffer with much unsaid

People are down, lying on the ground

Over their head, can't get out of bed

This world becomes a ghost town

Following a man on a horse so red.

Think of it, a sad ghost town

No green trees, everything brown

Water boarding, about to drown

Very few want a divine crown

 This is how the world ends

The world has reached a dead end

How few are true prayers sent

How few are really under Noahs' tent

Some wear frowns, stuck in a ghost town

Walking skeletons, the dancing dead

There's no music, not a jet sound.

Suffering because they've been misled

Most people are down, lying on the ground

Over their head, can't get out of bed.

This world becomes a ghost town

Following a man on a horse so red.