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
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