End Poem by Mohsen Musavi

From the very beginning
After the 'mortal taste of that forbidden tree'
Man has been preoccupied with his ending
And when the promised apocalypse might be?

Now that the New World Order
Is born to claim thousand souls
Man is shocked and does ponder
'God is dead' and Satan manifests his goals

Now that the world is decentered
And binary oppositions are beating drums of war
Language is loose and shattered
Derrida has decentered himself by far

Now that the pixels of TVs screen
Inundate the mind with hyperreal images
Man is deprived of realities unseen
While eating potato on plastic couches

Now that the Great Chain of Being is torn and lost
And man has played all his cards
In a world full of chaos and lust
These are his last hopeless calls:

And when the promised apocalypse might be?
And when the promised apocalypse might be?