Jerry Busse
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The Final Nursery Rhyme. . .
By Jerry Busse
The Roses are dead.
The Violets have died.
Only a few were saved.
Only a few had tried.
The buildings are gone
And the sands have blown over.
The sidewalks are covered
With wheatgrass and clover.
Electricity is gone,
Except in the sky,
And all the people had to leave,
They went away to die.
They ran to the mountains
And they cried to the sky,
"God please help us,
We don't want to die!"
But God didn't listen
And the earth opened wide.
The people saw the depths of hell
And all the children cried.
Oh, the sounds were awful
As they all did fall,
And the earth did writhe
As it swallowed them all.
For from dust to dust
And steel to rust
Only the money still said,
"In God We Trust"
By Jerry Busse
The Roses are dead.
The Violets have died.
Only a few were saved.
Only a few had tried.
The buildings are gone
And the sands have blown over.
The sidewalks are covered
With wheatgrass and clover.
Electricity is gone,
Except in the sky,
And all the people had to leave,
They went away to die.
They ran to the mountains
And they cried to the sky,
"God please help us,
We don't want to die!"
But God didn't listen
And the earth opened wide.
The people saw the depths of hell
And all the children cried.
Oh, the sounds were awful
As they all did fall,
And the earth did writhe
As it swallowed them all.
For from dust to dust
And steel to rust
Only the money still said,
"In God We Trust"
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