I think the walls are tumbling down
I feel the trembling of the ground
Our world is crumbling bit by bit
I don’t know what to make of it.
There is a shifting in the thought
That we are in a morass caught
There’s no way out not up or down
All that we’ve known about to drown !
Oh powers that be how does it end
Will we survive without a friend ?
Claire V. Bogdanos 