Bomb (really old poem)
The sun burns bright, brighter than before
The clouds turn to fire and burn the trees raw
The summer sky is burning, the grass is melting down
The fields are boiling water that floats on into town
Town is full of corpses; the traffic lights on red
The long gone cries of children is heard throughout the dead
Disintegrated houses are scattered through the streets
Windows smashed and broken, sit beneath our feet
For today time stood still, the clocks are cracked and burnt
The people keep on running, still they have not learnt
The blue sky has turned red; there’s a fireball in the sky
We ran from it in pain till every one of us had died.