EVENT HORIZON

EVENT HORIZON

Let me say that this prediction is a hurried work of fiction,
To claim otherwise is foolish and naive,
But the portents are all there, hints of madness fill the air,
Listen carefully, then say you don't believe.

Now the weather's gone to hell and as far as I can tell,
The seasons change at any time they choose.
We have springtime in the snow; summer comes one week, then goes.
Floods and droughts and forest fires don't make the news.

Our ancestors, they knew, birds and mammals all did too,
Why their world was rocked by nature's wild events.
The prophets told their kings of disasters soon coming
They must flee their castles, learn to live in tents.

Earthquakes, floods and dusty droughts, ash-filled skies (volcanoes spout)
Tsunamis, landslides, still we cannot see;
For the pictures fill my head, we are lost, despairing, dead,
When the asteroid comes calling, due next year