Snowfall of lost lives

 

I walk through

the dusty grey ash.

Snowfall of lost lives,

obliterated

in the blast.

In the blink of an eye,

as blinding as a sun.

Bleeding eyes

see the fun and laughter,

turn to blood and slaughter.

There isn't anywhere

they can run.

 

Vaporised hearts

and condensation

smiles, concentration camps

for the meek and mild.

Caught in the atmosphere

it sails

as the wind breathes.

Lost leaves

floating endlessly.

Before falling

tragically.

A rainfall

of mankind's

twisted depravity.

 

Sadness glimpsed

in sunbeams.

Hiding their rays,

not gleaming today.

Not providing

silver linings.

they don't feel

like beaming,

when all they see

is hate

and the painfully

mistreated.

 

The salt-tinged tears

of talent lost

The slow burning

anguish

of understanding

the cost.

No life

is worthless,

no life

is acceptable loss.

No life

is all we will be left with

if we continue dropping

these bombs.

 

 

 

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