Years since the lights went out.
The sun a fragment of a lie,
once told in days of old,
it apparently used to be so bold.
Now it just sits, a ball of dim light
like a pale reflection of night.
We navigate this toxic stew,
years since the lights all blew.
When on that day the missiles fell,
no crops just dust in this fallout hell.
No food to eat, no steak or cheese,
just scraps, rats and insects
to keep us replete.
Years in this darkness cast
over lands and seas so vast.
We retreated, beaten
conceded that we were defeated.
Smoke reached up to touch the sky,
hiding the sun behind hands waving goodbye.
Scorched earth sits below
where only death grows.
Years since the last light went,
only now do we have
green shoots of life again.
Decimated blighted lands,
scarred and torn by those hateful hands.
Years since the lights went out,
years filled with hurt and doubt.
Let's hope we never have to pray
to see the dawn again.
Thanks for reading
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