The End of the World
...as we know it!
...as we know it!
Aussie Culture Index
The Great South Land
Advance Australia Fair
Waltzing Matilda
Click Goes The Shears
The Man from Snowy River
Clancy of the Overflow
The Catalpa
Scarborough Snake Pit
The Great South Land
Advance Australia Fair
Waltzing Matilda
Click Goes The Shears
The Man from Snowy River
Clancy of the Overflow
The Catalpa
Scarborough Snake Pit
Stories & Poems Index
The End of the World
4WD Ladies
My Country
The Geebung Polo Club
The Man from Ironbark
Awesome Fishing Trip
Never Been Bogged
The End of the World
4WD Ladies
My Country
The Geebung Polo Club
The Man from Ironbark
Awesome Fishing Trip
Never Been Bogged
The skyline burned with an ominous glow,
As sirens wailed in the fractured night.
The air was heavy with what we know,
A world unmoored from reason’s light.
"The end is near!" the papers screamed,
As the last of our fragile hope redeemed.
In crowded streets where the shadows clash,
Crime walked bold, with no disguise.
The echoes of riots, the windows smashed,
Reflected despair in hardened eyes.
"Justice is gone," the weary sighed,
The darkness thrived and the good complied.
As sirens wailed in the fractured night.
The air was heavy with what we know,
A world unmoored from reason’s light.
"The end is near!" the papers screamed,
As the last of our fragile hope redeemed.
In crowded streets where the shadows clash,
Crime walked bold, with no disguise.
The echoes of riots, the windows smashed,
Reflected despair in hardened eyes.
"Justice is gone," the weary sighed,
The darkness thrived and the good complied.
The seas rose high, swallowing towns,
While forests burned in a ceaseless blaze.
The Earth herself wore a mournful frown,
Her balance lost in humanity’s haze.
"It’s progress," they claimed, with poisoned breath,
While progress paved a path to death.
The cities hummed with electric despair,
A neon promise of false delight.
The screens entranced with their hollow glare,
Selling distraction as day turned night.
"Stay connected," the slogans cry,
While isolation grows and the spirits die.
While forests burned in a ceaseless blaze.
The Earth herself wore a mournful frown,
Her balance lost in humanity’s haze.
"It’s progress," they claimed, with poisoned breath,
While progress paved a path to death.
The cities hummed with electric despair,
A neon promise of false delight.
The screens entranced with their hollow glare,
Selling distraction as day turned night.
"Stay connected," the slogans cry,
While isolation grows and the spirits die.
Yet not all was despair in this shifting ground,
For whispers of hope still softly spoke.
In acts of kindness, the lost were found,
As compassion rose through the acrid smoke.
“Together we stand,” a voice declared,
And fractured hearts found strength to care.
The poets sang of a world renewed,
Where love defied the creeping dark.
A vision of unity faintly pursued,
A fragile ember, a faintest spark.
“We’ve faced the void, and still we strive,
For a better world where all can thrive.”
For whispers of hope still softly spoke.
In acts of kindness, the lost were found,
As compassion rose through the acrid smoke.
“Together we stand,” a voice declared,
And fractured hearts found strength to care.
The poets sang of a world renewed,
Where love defied the creeping dark.
A vision of unity faintly pursued,
A fragile ember, a faintest spark.
“We’ve faced the void, and still we strive,
For a better world where all can thrive.”
As dawn broke soft on the world’s despair,
A single bird sang a fragile tune.
The Earth still turned, despite her wear,
And life emerged beneath the moon.
For every end, there’s a chance to mend,
And even chaos finds ways to bend.
Amid the chaos, a voice rang clear,
Proclaiming peace through the darkest night.
“Find hope in Christ, draw ever near,
For in His love, there is endless light.”
The faithful rose, their hearts renewed,
In Him, the broken world subdued.
A single bird sang a fragile tune.
The Earth still turned, despite her wear,
And life emerged beneath the moon.
For every end, there’s a chance to mend,
And even chaos finds ways to bend.
Amid the chaos, a voice rang clear,
Proclaiming peace through the darkest night.
“Find hope in Christ, draw ever near,
For in His love, there is endless light.”
The faithful rose, their hearts renewed,
In Him, the broken world subdued.
The skyline burned with an ominous glow,
As sirens wailed in the fractured night.
The air was heavy with what we know,
A world unmoored from reason’s light.
"The end is near!" the papers screamed,
As the last of our fragile hope redeemed.
In crowded streets where the shadows clash,
Crime walked bold, with no disguise.
The echoes of riots, the windows smashed,
Reflected despair in hardened eyes.
"Justice is gone," the weary sighed,
The darkness thrived and the good complied.
As sirens wailed in the fractured night.
The air was heavy with what we know,
A world unmoored from reason’s light.
"The end is near!" the papers screamed,
As the last of our fragile hope redeemed.
In crowded streets where the shadows clash,
Crime walked bold, with no disguise.
The echoes of riots, the windows smashed,
Reflected despair in hardened eyes.
"Justice is gone," the weary sighed,
The darkness thrived and the good complied.
The soldiers marched to a faceless war,
Their boots resounding on foreign lands.
Conflicts birthed in the hearts of the poor,
Yet driven by wealth’s ruthless hands.
The drones above, the ground below,
A cycle of ruin we refuse to forego.
The faithful knelt as their temples fell,
Persecution flared like an ancient pyre.
For who can stand in a world that tells
Of division stoked by a blind desire?
“Believe as I do,” the zealots demand,
While unity crumbles like shifting sand.
Their boots resounding on foreign lands.
Conflicts birthed in the hearts of the poor,
Yet driven by wealth’s ruthless hands.
The drones above, the ground below,
A cycle of ruin we refuse to forego.
The faithful knelt as their temples fell,
Persecution flared like an ancient pyre.
For who can stand in a world that tells
Of division stoked by a blind desire?
“Believe as I do,” the zealots demand,
While unity crumbles like shifting sand.
The seas rose high, swallowing towns,
While forests burned in a ceaseless blaze.
The Earth herself wore a mournful frown,
Her balance lost in humanity’s haze.
"It’s progress," they claimed, with poisoned breath,
While progress paved a path to death.
The cities hummed with electric despair,
A neon promise of false delight.
The screens entranced with their hollow glare,
Selling distraction as day turned night.
"Stay connected," the slogans cry,
While isolation grows and the spirits die.
While forests burned in a ceaseless blaze.
The Earth herself wore a mournful frown,
Her balance lost in humanity’s haze.
"It’s progress," they claimed, with poisoned breath,
While progress paved a path to death.
The cities hummed with electric despair,
A neon promise of false delight.
The screens entranced with their hollow glare,
Selling distraction as day turned night.
"Stay connected," the slogans cry,
While isolation grows and the spirits die.
The wealthy sheltered in gilded halls,
Safe from the chaos their greed had wrought.
The rest faced hunger within crumbling walls,
As justice bowed to the power bought.
“We’ll rebuild,” they said with vacant tone,
Yet left the masses to fend alone.
A child looked up at a sky of ash,
Her questions lost in the choking haze.
“Why must the world be torn and thrashed,
When all I want is brighter days?
”But no one heard her small, soft plea,
Drowned by the roar of humanity.
Safe from the chaos their greed had wrought.
The rest faced hunger within crumbling walls,
As justice bowed to the power bought.
“We’ll rebuild,” they said with vacant tone,
Yet left the masses to fend alone.
A child looked up at a sky of ash,
Her questions lost in the choking haze.
“Why must the world be torn and thrashed,
When all I want is brighter days?
”But no one heard her small, soft plea,
Drowned by the roar of humanity.
Yet not all was despair in this shifting ground,
For whispers of hope still softly spoke.
In acts of kindness, the lost were found,
As compassion rose through the acrid smoke.
“Together we stand,” a voice declared,
And fractured hearts found strength to care.
The poets sang of a world renewed,
Where love defied the creeping dark.
A vision of unity faintly pursued,
A fragile ember, a faintest spark.
“We’ve faced the void, and still we strive,
For a better world where all can thrive.”
For whispers of hope still softly spoke.
In acts of kindness, the lost were found,
As compassion rose through the acrid smoke.
“Together we stand,” a voice declared,
And fractured hearts found strength to care.
The poets sang of a world renewed,
Where love defied the creeping dark.
A vision of unity faintly pursued,
A fragile ember, a faintest spark.
“We’ve faced the void, and still we strive,
For a better world where all can thrive.”
The wind it howled through shattered streets,
Scattering hopes and despair alike.
Yet in its song were defiant beats,
The rhythms of life that still would strike.
“It’s not the end,” it seemed to say,
“But a reckoning to light the way.”
The moon arose in a muted sky,
Casting shadows on a restless Earth.
The stars above seemed ready to die,
Yet still they gleamed, as if in mirth.
“Perhaps,” mused one in quiet thought,
“The end is just what man has brought.”
Scattering hopes and despair alike.
Yet in its song were defiant beats,
The rhythms of life that still would strike.
“It’s not the end,” it seemed to say,
“But a reckoning to light the way.”
The moon arose in a muted sky,
Casting shadows on a restless Earth.
The stars above seemed ready to die,
Yet still they gleamed, as if in mirth.
“Perhaps,” mused one in quiet thought,
“The end is just what man has brought.”
As dawn broke soft on the world’s despair,
A single bird sang a fragile tune.
The Earth still turned, despite her wear,
And life emerged beneath the moon.
For every end, there’s a chance to mend,
And even chaos finds ways to bend.
Amid the chaos, a voice rang clear,
Proclaiming peace through darkest night.
“Find hope in Christ, draw ever near,
For in His love, there is endless light.”
The faithful rose, their hearts renewed,
In Him, the broken world subdued.
A single bird sang a fragile tune.
The Earth still turned, despite her wear,
And life emerged beneath the moon.
For every end, there’s a chance to mend,
And even chaos finds ways to bend.
Amid the chaos, a voice rang clear,
Proclaiming peace through darkest night.
“Find hope in Christ, draw ever near,
For in His love, there is endless light.”
The faithful rose, their hearts renewed,
In Him, the broken world subdued.
Heaven’s promise, a guiding flame,
Illuminating paths through strife.
Through Jesus’ name, they overcame,
Embracing hope, eternal life.
For though the Earth may fade and fall,
In faith, they found their all in all.
We’re but travellers on this weary sphere,
Our true home lies beyond the skies.
A kingdom awaits, its beauty clear,
Where sorrow fades and love never dies.
In Heaven’s arms, the faithful rest,
Their journey done, eternally blessed.
Illuminating paths through strife.
Through Jesus’ name, they overcame,
Embracing hope, eternal life.
For though the Earth may fade and fall,
In faith, they found their all in all.
We’re but travellers on this weary sphere,
Our true home lies beyond the skies.
A kingdom awaits, its beauty clear,
Where sorrow fades and love never dies.
In Heaven’s arms, the faithful rest,
Their journey done, eternally blessed.
The soldiers marched to a faceless war,
Their boots resounding on foreign lands.
Conflicts birthed in the hearts of the poor,
Yet driven by wealth’s ruthless hands.
The drones above, the ground below,
A cycle of ruin we refuse to forego.
The faithful knelt as their temples fell,
Persecution flared like an ancient pyre.
For who can stand in a world that tells
Of division stoked by a blind desire?
“Believe as I do,” the zealots demand,
While unity crumbles like shifting sand.
Their boots resounding on foreign lands.
Conflicts birthed in the hearts of the poor,
Yet driven by wealth’s ruthless hands.
The drones above, the ground below,
A cycle of ruin we refuse to forego.
The faithful knelt as their temples fell,
Persecution flared like an ancient pyre.
For who can stand in a world that tells
Of division stoked by a blind desire?
“Believe as I do,” the zealots demand,
While unity crumbles like shifting sand.
The wealthy sheltered in gilded halls,
Safe from the chaos their greed had wrought.
The rest faced hunger within crumbling walls,
As justice bowed to the power bought.
“We’ll rebuild,” they said with vacant tone,
Yet left the masses to fend alone.
A child looked up at a sky of ash,
Her questions lost in the choking haze.
“Why must the world be torn and thrashed,
When all I want is brighter days?
”But no one heard her small, soft plea,
Drowned by the roar of humanity.
Safe from the chaos their greed had wrought.
The rest faced hunger within crumbling walls,
As justice bowed to the power bought.
“We’ll rebuild,” they said with vacant tone,
Yet left the masses to fend alone.
A child looked up at a sky of ash,
Her questions lost in the choking haze.
“Why must the world be torn and thrashed,
When all I want is brighter days?
”But no one heard her small, soft plea,
Drowned by the roar of humanity.
The wind it howled through shattered streets,
Scattering hopes and despair alike.
Yet in its song were defiant beats,
The rhythms of life that still would strike.
“It’s not the end,” it seemed to say,
“But a reckoning to light the way.”
The moon arose in a muted sky,
Casting shadows on a restless Earth.
The stars above seemed ready to die,
Yet still they gleamed, as if in mirth.
“Perhaps,” mused one in quiet thought,
“The end is just what man has brought.”
Scattering hopes and despair alike.
Yet in its song were defiant beats,
The rhythms of life that still would strike.
“It’s not the end,” it seemed to say,
“But a reckoning to light the way.”
The moon arose in a muted sky,
Casting shadows on a restless Earth.
The stars above seemed ready to die,
Yet still they gleamed, as if in mirth.
“Perhaps,” mused one in quiet thought,
“The end is just what man has brought.”
Heaven’s promise, a guiding flame,
Illuminating paths through strife.
Through Jesus’ name, they overcame,
Embracing hope, eternal life.
For though the Earth may fade and fall,
In faith, they found their all in all.
We’re but travellers on this weary sphere,
Our true home lies beyond the skies.
A kingdom awaits, its beauty clear,
Where sorrow fades and love never dies.
In the Creator’s arms, the faithful rest,
Their journey done, eternally blessed.
Illuminating paths through strife.
Through Jesus’ name, they overcame,
Embracing hope, eternal life.
For though the Earth may fade and fall,
In faith, they found their all in all.
We’re but travellers on this weary sphere,
Our true home lies beyond the skies.
A kingdom awaits, its beauty clear,
Where sorrow fades and love never dies.
In the Creator’s arms, the faithful rest,
Their journey done, eternally blessed.
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