HORROR Poem: Collapse, by Luke Perryman

O how mighty thee stand
Your pillars intact
Empire of great
But held only by pact

O woe to thee
Who stand before God
And invoke your own despair
By taking to him a prod

You gloat on your wealth
On victories supplied
By the brave and Courageous
On the backs of those long died

Your towers are mighty
Only larger is thy ego
Surely nothing may happen
To those who build their own ergo,

Why doth my walls begin
To crumble under weight
Of all my splendor
And open the floodgate

Flood my land with sorrow
Of barbaric ideals
And curse the sea with blood
And slack lie fisher’s reels

When the empire begins to fall
So to its panic set in
Run! Cry those who were brave
And their screams echo then

Run-Take with you everything
But nothing you have-Run!
What might-Run-you have to save?
Run-when it closes in-Run

Might we-Run-have a chance to
Run-stop and rest our bones
Run- Oh God! Oh God!-Run-
On us-Run-it-Run-Hones