How The World Ends

                  ima tell you how to end the world: you end

the world by saying, “my god is the real god, the right church, the true way”

by the “virtuous” bombing of all the temples (bang) and mosques (bang) and destroying their own children (boom)

ima tell you how worlds end, they end

by the hands of the men

and wo-men who want

POWer

POWer

POWer

and proclaim, “i am the truth, the way, the light, we right, you wack, we changed our minds,

we’re taking your land back”

ima tell you how they end the world,

that white fear, those male tears

that are sucked in, sittin’ on hands and feet and eyes

that see in silence, refusing to suffocate the draconian violence

until                     it’s         too              late

and then at 2:22 in the moanin’

you find yourself in a dream that’s really a vision

of the earth circling the moon, “wow;”

you look to the left and see the statue of liberty

floating in the black of space,

stars everywhere, floating

next to your ears and above your head resting on your feet passing over your eyes

you turn to those you know but don’t see

and say, “something’s happening”

something’s happening

and your eyes open right at that moment

and the room is dark

and you are so damn tired

but you 

WAKE UP!

anyway because you know

you have to write about how the world ends.