To Late

a dark poem about being to late

The world is full of death
you can't escape it
it follows you where ever you go
hanging like a grey cloud

Destruction happens everyday
all around the world
it never stops
it is always there

There is nothing we can do
to put the world right
we have made it this way
and now we have to face and fight

People die everyday
wars continue
causing destruction
history is being made
in the worst possible way

There is no way to escape
what the world has become
Everyday there is more death and destruction
We created this.

We are the cause of it all
and now it has gone too far
we try to stop it
but it's too late
it is already done
history has already ben written
We were too late.