Doomsday
DOOMSDAY
The hottest button in the coldest war
As the candle burns, from each end, aflame
To prove his manhood, let the missiles soar
As his muscles flex, he will claim his fame
On highest alert, the eye in the sky
Our satellite sees an approaching storm
Responding in kind, the passing birds: fly
The broadcast is out; the public is warned
With two minutes left till midnight, they say
To expect the worst, but casualties few
Just hide from the blast and learn how to pray
Yet, radiation, is sure to ensue
The reign crashing down with thunderous roar
Explosions of screams and panic out-pour
Gas lines are broken causing fires to blaze
Crumbling buildings; a dusty white haze
I rise from my hide to see what I find
Other than silence, destruction and death
I walk for a mile with tears in my eyes
My skin starts to bleed….
I lost my last breath….
DOOMSDAY!
Contest: The Doomsday Clock, 2 Minutes Till Midnight
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
2/13/2018
Copyright © Jeffrey Spencer | Year Posted 2018
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