Morning Has Broken - 2

Explosions by the utilities number, this is no forth of July Momentarily they catch my sight, it sounds as if their crying There, now gone forever, such marvels of mans minds intrigue For all we can do is await, this catastrophic destruction siege What little of the world that we now know, few images allow us to see Sporadic glimpes of where ever, do they view I, or do I view thee It's really hard to comprehend, what can happen in just a day If ever other scribes are found, we have to take heed of what they say http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-20.php