Some post apocalyptic poetry:

THE FUTURE OF HISTORY

WITH WHISKEY AND SHOTGUNS
WE BLAZE OUR TRAIL
ACROSS THIS RADIOACTIVE
WASTELAND

MANKIND ALMOST EXTINCT
FROM THE LAST GREAT WAR
FIGHTING FOR GOD AND COUNTRY
EVERYONE LOST

MUTATION AND DEGENERATION
DNA MELTED INTO SUBMISSION
DISTORTED PIGMENTS OF EVOLUTION
A TRUE BEAUTY REVOLUTION

OUR PRECIOUS EARTH
BROILED TO A CRISP
NOTHING BESIDES MAN
LEFT ALIVE

ON THIS BARREN ROCK
WITH NO LIFE LEFT TO GIVE
WE JUST WAIT TO DIE
AND ROT SOME NAMELESS GRAVE

SO WITH NOTHING IN OUR HEARTS
AND HATRED IN OUR MINDS
WE PRESS ON INTO NIGHT

WITH SILENCE AND DARKNESS
AS OUR ONLY WITNESSES

Belief needs questioning and criticism, not respect.