Death Toll
When the bombs fell, the death toll rose ...
smell of burnt flesh tortured the nose
Body parts laying in the street,
dogs eating hands, cats eating feet
Nuclear winter, hope has froze
Empty church pew, rows upon rows ...
the doors of compassion are closed
Their technology god was asleep
when the bombs fell
Smoldering fear burns unopposed ...
anarchy gangs rapidly grows
Dead bodies all piled in a heap,
leaders all flee underground deep
The land became naked, unclothed
when the bombs fell
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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