Final days
Final days
Rocks they threw and stabbed with sticks
Fought and died for a piece of land
Arrows flew and spears too
At the very dawn of man
Cannons roared and muskets flashed
A sword in every hand
Fighting for the god of war
The medieval man
Rattling bullets grenades explode
Dying where they stand
Saying mass in poison gas
The birth of modern man
Total destruction fiery graves
The earth turned into sand
Fingers poised atomic noise
The final days of man
Copyright © Robert Broadbent | Year Posted 2019
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