A Question

There is something to be said for disaster

For its sweeping devastation

And the hope for hope after

Neither peace nor bliss will work to unite

A race overcome with apathy

Who thinks they're ready to fight

For in waiting in anticipation of altercation

We are doomed to fighting a war

That sees neither race nor religion

Often has it been said a common enemy

Will bring a race together

Casting aside our proclivities

And in the face of disaster always does hope flourish

Hope things will be better, be okay

For better and okay things are our wish

And perhaps when we face our world's demise

People can hope again

And it'll be like a blessing in disguise

And now as all we know approaches an unfortunate end

We only accelerate it

And never give it a chance to mend

For nothing short of disaster can let us hope again

That things could be better than now

Better than the end

For nothing short of being at an all time low

Can make us listen to those who will say

I told you so