Sentenced Morning

In a sentenced morning, a day of holocaustic death

A fallen nation awaits for the worst of all nightmares

One mighty bomber surges to lit the clear skies

Drop the uranium bomb, prepare the initial blast.

A sudden impact strikes, making the earth shake

The whole city disappears into a smoking, awful cloud

Pure, boiling, rising flames shattering concrete, glass

and steel

Bodies blown through windows, shades of corpses onto

walls

Overwhelming, blasting heat, shades of corpses onto

walls.

A deafening roar anticipates the second, shocking wave

Then, small fires emerge from the cracked, scorched

ground

To in seconds blow the worst of fire storms.

Exterminated nation smoke and dust entangled

The sunlight struck can't penetrate the awful cloud

Crawling out of debris, survivors shinning like lamps

Radiation flows with the breeze, right beneath the awful

cloud.