Chaos

by Daniel Solomon   Aug 4, 2005


The bombs are dropping.
As the tide keeps rising.
The voice of violence is calling.
The worlds begin to collide!
And break off into pieces.
The radiation mutates man.
Bringing forth diseases.
Killing men, women, and children all across the land.
Puss and fluids seep through the sores.
Skyscrapers are now leveled.
The body cannot endure anymore.
For the city in now disheveled.
Both body and mind begin to deteriorate.
The bomb turned paradise into hell.
The world is dead and it can no longer wait.
As I drop the bombshell.

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  • 18 years ago

    by SSSAAMMMYY

    Nice poem! Keep it up!