The End Of Hope

As the world ends, I run towards the spaceship, 

few have made it, others lie dead as nature spits, 

they pull me in, but to no avail, 

my brain fades at this moment, 

I run back remembering the past and present, 

I search for a jar, 

men women and children scream for mercy, 

I can take but one thing, 

its empathy I sing, 

they are left to die, 

even as the ship is about to launch, my soul cries, 

there are no jars, running over the corpses of civilization I survive, 

into the ship comfortable I lie, but wait, so many jars, 

but not empty, 

I pulled myself towards the crate, oh! These are all labelled HATE, 

I sat down, thinking, Calculating, shivering, not from cold,  

within days we would be on a new planet, 

for what am about I am about to do I am definitely sold, 

I open the door and sigh, even as screams ring I jump into orbit, 

and survive.......