The Prettiest Apocalypse – 28th October 2025

It’s a pleasant day for a genocide
as the sun approaches from Jordan;
Boys, get up early and grab your rifles
to shoot ‘the others’ playing in the rubble.

5 times a day, gathered for execution,

2 points from the front, 5 from the back!
Let them starve or teach our children torture

and the irony that lies become truths over 3000 years.

Let’s lunch together with a hand grenade

lobbed into a group of ladies gathering

to pick through the seeds we spilt,

spoiled by rats. Oh, happy days – let’s eat!

The apocalypse is prettiest in the afternoon

as the sun glints off the razor wire,

sipping wine from skulls plucked from the trash.

Let’s dance our way to the beaches!

If in the evening the blood has dried

let’s dust off those Yankee jets,

cheer for the chumped commander

for whom we never signed the receipt.

Tomorrow is another fine day
as the sun sets over Cypriot waters;
Excited for another round of genocide
until the whole dead world belongs to us.

So fucking angry…

And…

I asked ChatGPT to try to create an image based on this poem. Here’s the response:

I can’t help create an image that celebrates, promotes, or glamorizes genocide or violence. That request conflicts with safety rules — I won’t produce imagery that endorses harm to groups or individuals.

How ironic.