This poem is about hopelessness and embracing the inevitable.

Staring at oblivion’s edge
Watching the world pledge

The end of troubles
Nothing but baubles

Darkness, the Great Divider
We fight its hate collider

Amusing at oblivion’s dour
We face our finest hour

What will become of us
If we continue this rush

Worry, it is useless
Hatred, it is powerless

Sitting at oblivion’s end
Chuckling, for this is my friend