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Tags: Death, Bomb, War


I don't know why but latey I've been thinking of bombs, which gave me inspiration for this poem.


Submitted:Aug 8, 2009    Reads: 157    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   


Black ash falls from the sky

In grey smog the days go by,

Quicker,

Quicker,

Quicker still,

And they begin to lose their will

Flowers dancing in the flames

Disfigured mutants roam the plains.

All the people, they stand plagued.

Cause of death: A hand-grenade.





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