How will the world end?
A blast of fire?
A zombie apocalypse?
The righteous will be reaped?
The damned condemned?
Maybe the earth will freeze over,
the sun having moved to planets yonder.
How will I know my world has ended?
The day my heart becomes numb…
To the suffering of the minority,
The plight of the orphan…
The minute I look the other way,
in the face of injustice…
My existence will be forfeit.