Cyanide Grenade

Nocturnal light from deadly suns

Illuminates my fate

Concussions all around me

In my trench I shake and wait

Nausea overwhelms me

The dead fill every space

They wait for resurrections

Bullets ripping past my face

I see the wounded falling

Grimaces they wore

Soldiers and civilians

They died the rich and poor

All are consumed by fire

Bodies turned to rags

Mothers only sons

Returned to them in bags

The final plan unfurled

No relief till all has died

The extinction of the world

In a blast of cyanide

Unsparing shrapnel tears through flesh

Merciless round by round

Like seeds the bodies scattered

Too dense to see the ground

The deafening siege of fire power

Roaring for days on end

No one's going home now

And there's not much left to send

All are consumed by fire

Bodies turned to rags

Mothers only sons

Returned to them in bags

The deafening siege of fire power

Roaring for days on end

No one's going home now

There's not much left to send

The final plan unfurled

No relief till all has died

The extinction of the world

In a blast of cyanide.