Some people are saying it's the end of the world;
While others carry on in the usual fashion.
Some people are waiting in hope for Jesus Christ;
While others have to get on with everyday tasks.
Some people would now like to escape from this world;
And live on space stations in artificial worlds.
Some people are storing up tons of food and drink;
While there are others who get by with what they can.
Some people get depressed and turn to drugs and vice;
While others want to educate themselves further.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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