The Bombs

This is the end of all my freedom, all my life, with no way to redeem ‘em.
No one shall stay or live to remember them...
No one will walk, breathe, or stand.
No one, not any last man.
A childs’ cry was heard before.
Seconds before we all were no more.
For the sirens went off, they made thunderous roars.
Every few seconds, an earthquake, shaking the floors.
I look out, through the cracks in my window.
The city, the fire, what’s left of the meadow.
It hits me at once, the impact of it all.
The force of the explosion, shredding the walls.
My kids, my wife, they’re all gone.
In my last seconds, alone, it feels so wrong.
A tear ran down my burnt up face.
For there are no more thoughts, or memories, just empty space.
What’s left of me, my brain, my mind.
What’s left of us, all mankind.
I close my eyes as there’s another hit.
One more bomb, but undetonated, it sits.
In the fields, not too far away.
In front of a flower, there it stays.
Sticking out of the dirt, just enough.
So you can see where it’s from.
I can’t tell you from where, I can’t say.
Because I don’t know… What country… is U.S.A.?
- Chewy