This is the ministry

Of defence

Stairs and walls are

All that's left.

Mortar holes let

Through the air

Kids do the same thing

Everywhere.

They've sprayed graffiti

In arabic

And balanced sticks

In human shit.

This is the ministry

Of remains

Fizzy drinks cans

And magazines.

Broken glass

A white jawbone

Syringes, razors

A plastic spoon.

Human hair

A kitchen knief

And a ghost of a girl

Who runs and hides

Scratched in the wall in

Biro pen

This is how the

World will end.

There's the bus depot

To the right

Levelled like

A building site.

Those are the children's

Cries from the dark

These are the words

Written under the arch

Scratched in the wall

In biro pen

This is how the

World will end.