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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. 

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