Out Of Time Poem by Rebecca Paul

Anarchy.
Total, complete chaos.
Live in death.
Die in combat.
'On your knees, ' the Voice commands.
Obey. Like a dog.
Flutter in your heart, then
Nothing.
Good-bye, World.
Next.
Last words?
'Forgive me.'
Nothing. Next.
Hate or not, no difference.
'I love you, Mom.'
Next.
Do they care? Not likely.
Should they? Doubtful.
'I'm sorry.' Next.
This war, this prison;
What is it? Why is it
Here?
Is it the apocalypse?
Armageddon?
You can hope, wish, pray.
Night falls, then to day.
'Please-' Next.
Why us? Is this some
Sick joke?
No time to think or argue.
Out of time.