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.

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