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The night sky is a vibrant green with a yellow haze,
Ever since the dropping of the bombs there is no more blue for us to gaze.

The fields lay barren, no crops can they produce, it’s like a dessert waste,
Water is tainted with mercury and chromium and you dare not taste.

Those that survived that horrid attack,
Wish now they had been in the epi-center as the bomb blast cracked.

There is no life left just this unfruitful and chaotic existence,
Scavenging has become our way of surviving with least resistance.

What good was gained that fateful night,
That deafening sound, that blinding light.

No law is left just total anarchy, and the strong will to live,
No more love thy neighbor, you only take you do not give.

Fires burned for months till there was nothing left to fuel their flames,
I wonder who was the one to embrace these deadly games.

To the victor goes the spoils, well that is all there is,
Nothing but death and ruin since the night that firecracker fizzed.

No machinery has worked since that mighty day,
Something to do with electro magnetics is what I’ve heard some people say.

Well it shouldn’t take much longer for our food and water supply to come to an end,
Then it’s a painful way to die with no way to fend.

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