THIS IS HOW YOUR WORLD ENDS*

This is how your world ends,

This is how your world ends,

This is how your world ends,

This is how your world ends.

The deadly Ebola virus

Kills thousands of African poor.

Almost no-one really notices

Until Americans kick down death's door.

Everyone is scared to death,

Yet they're prepared to fight the fight,

“We've all got to act so carefully...”

But then a nurse gets on a flight.

(You wouldn't believe it, you really wouldn't...)

This is how our world ends,

This is how our world ends,

This is how our world ends,

This is how our world ends.

There's fascists in the streets,

With messages that sound “just right”,

No “reasonable person” would disagree,

Though they’re talking utter... spite.

“My country first” they'll bellow,

Like your mates might down the pubs,

Find a particular group to blame,

Then go after them with clubs.

(It's all handshakes and friendly grins until they take you outside and shoot you...)

This is how my world ends,

This is how my world ends,

This is how my world ends,

This is how my world ends.

Extremists lopping heads off,

Just to make the point,

That their belief is better than yours,

And they want to run the joint.

Terrorising everyone,
So we dare not cross their path,
Complaining that we're bombing them,
Was enough to cause this wrath.

(Not that I want to justify or apologise for such barbarism you understand....?)

This is how the world ends,

This is how the world ends,

This is how the world ends,

This is how the world ends.

(Add verses of your own and repeat ad nauseum until the end of time – or about next Tuesday by my reckoning)

*Another tub-thumping potential addition to my set-list for when I decide to become the next performance poet in the Billy Bragg mould... Now all I need is someone who knows their way around a set of bongos or a set of maracas to accompany me on this potentially embarrassing quest...