The End

Wars ravage one part of the world
Enemies killing Enemies
Innocents dying by the thousands
Kids growing up to fast

Carious watch the wars in the other part of the world
Glad that they are not there
Don't care about the people
They don't know the poor people

The uncaring shops while others die 
Care about clothing, hair, and makeup
Care about the good life
Forget about the ones die

Think that they can't die young
Think that the war is not near them
Think that they will be there forever
Think that the ones dying are nothing to think about

They are always improving their toys
Better computers, games, Internet
Only improved, nothing new
Their toys are their life

Innovations have ceased
Books are always the same
Imagination is gone
The people don't have room for it, anymore

One of the warring countries get a nuclear bomb
It flies; it crashes to the other warring country 
The war is done
But the peace is not restored

The warring country's people go to the 'better place'
Death covers the land, killing or sickening all 
The formally carious die or kill themselves from sadness 
Everything has stopped and all is quiet