Armageddon

Armageddon crossing

The minds of millions

Through ink straining

Pages of tabloids

All of us waiters

Clerks, techs, retailers

Trash man, all of us

With dirty hands

Will drinks occupying

Plans to the desert

All of us patient

With guns for fear

Of the believers

Both armies of heretic

And saint are set

For the triumph

Of clashing arguments

Passing the time

Ticks out

Till then we work

Together stretch paths

To the new of

Table cloths ready for dining

With shining fork settings

For the dirty hand

Enlisted of life, liberty

And so forth

And so on we go

Thinking of deserts

Of callings to arms

To the battles of Armageddon