Too late…
Clouds are gatherin
Skies gettin dark
Tomorrow, my friends…
Won’t be no walk in the park.
Korea proclaims…
"We’re catchin up."
In the dead of night
The flume goes up…
Souls of Hiroshima
Cry out in pain…
"Oh God…
Don’t go there again."
From Iraq…
To Bunker Hill
We’re determined…
More blood to spill.
My own doorstep
Now cluttered with ghosts…
They litter the ground
And cling to the posts.
Children playin killing games
Schools under siege…
Babies flyin war planes
Men doin what they please.
Faster and faster
Out of control,
Where it’s gonna stop…
We already know.
Close your eyes
Pretend it isn’t there…
Next time you look
The world is bare.
Covered in ash
No one left…
Except the politicians...
Immune to death.
Copyright©2006 by VSchoonover. All rights reserved.
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