Armageddon in Topeka
Aggressive is the wind whooshing leaves
From deciduous trees and the roots almost near
To abandon their origin and clouds from the north
Marrying the clouds from the south and a newborn
Sea of grey strata that appears very ominous
To the townspeople of Topeka and the dead of
The dawn as well as of the night underneath
The soil as a gang of wolves howl from afar
With the gang of bullies, or devil’s minions
Lining along the avenue, watching as in plane
As well as behind the window frames of homes
Joined by the loath crowds as to wonder the coming of
By infants as to question the pacifier of
The Armageddon as good fights evil
Good is only one, with a boy known
To be Scary Child who walks alone
In the middle of the road with a honed
Weapon wielded by the frightening soul
Scary Child and it march without feeling foul
Of battling with the bully of bullies known
To be Bully of Bullies and a score to be
Settled without the intervening of his
Underlings, known to be cowards or the
Ignorant of the devil himself, or the
Father or Mother of Scary Child
For Armageddon is now and eyes
Fixated on two primary colors
As red is evil and blue is innocence
And the battle has begun
A clenched fist by red, following
Thunder from the grey clouds
And the chant like that of the arena
Clenched teeth by blue, following
Flaps of a pelican, with its whiteness
Complementing blue as to give sky blue
Its representation of serenity and equality
So long before spectators and crowd and
Bullies and Bully of Bullies eyes eyed open
By the massive form unknown to mankind
Rising behind Scary Child so everybody
Except Scary Child runs and runs and runs
Even Bully of Bullies, even the dark clouds
Become white and Scary Child claims
Victory over Armageddon and marches
Onward without turning around to see
It but feels not a need to find meaning
As long as standing against bullying.
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