End of world
I let them have my peas
Multiply and increase
I gave them their own Earth
They landed and felt safe
I watched their protagonist
Felt going to movies
Climbing after fall, re-rising
Plots were excellent; amazing
They carved caves
Then inside laid their eggs
Cradles and babies
Mothers gone as ladies
Time passed on, they were warm
Had space in the jar; firmly tight
“No! Never! ” I had said
To leave them in the pain
Some called me “Crazy”
“They’re insects throw them.”
Yesterday, Final-Day
I looked and found them dead.
Jar opened, they were dumped
Science comes in my thoughts:
“Have heaven or a hell?
Their souls go to space?
What about Black-Hole?
Apocalypse, end of world
Is this life we wait for?
Come and go, nothing more.”
Is it dream or wisdom?
This is me, my kingdom.
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