{World's End}[28th May 1967]

[Redbook0:6-7][19670528]{World's End}[28^th May 1967][Aged 16]

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WORLD’S END

The sun soft warms the waving grass

The shade of trees shifts on the lawn

With perky hop the sparrows pass

Now here, now there, by nature drawn

To search for food, to build a nest

To live from one day to the next

To feed their young, to do the best

They can, is all the world expects.

The bee that hums inside the flower,

The hawk that hangs upon the air

The fox that, conscious of his power

To kill, creeps forth from gloomy lair,

All these, and more, are ignorant

That, as they live and “earn their bread”

And do the things that they are meant

To do, their doom hangs on a thread.

What right have we, who share their world,

To shape their future with our own,

So when we’re from existence hurled.

The must fall too; mix bone with bone,

Their flesh with ours; and so we must

Destroy ourselves with wars and lies

And through the bomb return to Dust;

But why destroy their – paradise?

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