The End of the World (As We Know It)

War sits in the Council Room,

Looking down on Earth.

He sees the fragile balance,

His eyes twinkle with mirth.

He tips the scales playfully

To the East and the West;

Nuclear, biochemical, trade -

Which would work best?

For the second, he needs help,

So he summons his colleague;

Pestilence saunters in,

Sipping on fatigue.

The two make quite the pair,

Setting out to wreak havoc -

Apocalypse, Armageddon,

Pralay, and Ragnarok.

Millions cower before Death,

He takes those that must go.

Mankind is left to wonder -

Will the Fourth Horseman follow?

War sits in the Council Room,

Looking down on Earth.

If this is the end of the Kali Yug,

He must make way for a new birth.