Justin Street Poet Rhyme

The Last Estate

From far away
The people come
Wanting water
Wanting rum

In the fountain
They do see
A billion dollars
Glittering

The children stroll
Across the walk
At the table
Fathers talk

Happy glances
From mom to mom
In the garden
Life is calm

Piercing sounds
In the ears
Newborn screams
Enticing fear

Blinding light
Cannot see
The mushroom cloud
Takes a tree

Weathered wind
Knocks kids down
Earth is breaking
All around

Death smoke
Fills the lungs
It’s the very thing
They ran away from

Hell in a form 
Of light
It vaporized
The estate with night
 
On the walls
Their shadows stained
From far away
The people came
Carrying along
The atom rain

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Carol Sunshine Brown May 18, 2010 at 6:52 AM It was a pleasure to read your poetry this morning Justin. I hope you have a wonderful day filled with inspiration. Love,Carol

Destiny Budd May 17, 2010 at 4:20 PM I absolutely kind of love this. You painted a beautiful picture of people at peace, or normalcy at least, only to ruin it with a sad but beautiful picture. Wonderful write. Truly enjoyed.