It begins when truth is strangled in the square,
When every word is weapon for the strong,
When algorithms bind us in a snare,
And no one knows what’s right or what is wrong.

The downfall starts when kindness grows rare,
When empathy’s a luxury ignored,
When all our voices yield to this despair,
And mercy’s just a word we left long interred.

The first cracks form in whispers sharp and low,
When neighbors turn in silence at the gate,
The market aisles stretch barren, row by row,
And every stare drips venom, thick with hate.

The children learn to hate before they read,
As history books burst into digital flame,
While scientists warn, but leaders never heed,
Too late to end the rot we cannot name.

With silence choking through the crowd,
We watch our young bartered off for parts,
While oligarchs declare their power proud:
That profit reigns above the pulse of hearts.

The middle class awakens stripped and poor,
While billionaires build bunkers underground,
And those who once knocked gently at your door
Now smash it in without the slightest sound.

The last descent starts soft, like morning mist:
A power grid that flickers, then goes dark,
Supply chains strangled by greed’s iron fist,
As civilization snuffs out its final spark.

The collapse unfolds in borrowed time,
While leaders feast on manufactured fear,
Each stolen vote, each corporate crime
Lets oblivion edge ever near.

The hospitals run short on basic care,
While insurance barons count their gold,
And families break apart beyond repair
As human worth gets packaged, bartered, and sold.

The infrastructure crumbles piece by piece—
First blackouts last just hours, then whole days,
While politicians prophesy of peace
As cities burn within infernal blaze.

No angels come, no saviors rise,
Just maggots squirming in our eyes,
Beneath a sky that never cries,
The end devours—division multiplies.

The story’s end begins when we forget
That towers built on sand will always fall,
And every civilization’s deepest debt
Is thinking it will last through it all.

We see it coming, yet we turn away—
Pretending fate will not change the price we pay.