Atomic Missile

A fiery, red-streaked messenger of death,
Sears thundering across the sky,
And with the brightness of a thousand suns
Explodes above the city,
Where in an instant, millions,
Their souls and bodies turned to flaming gas,
Evaporate into a nothingness of terror,
And countless more are burned,
Condemned to die a horrid, agonizing death,
While others stare with empty sockets,
Blindly at their evaporated eyes,
And an inferno worse than Dante's
Wildest dream of hell,
Turns our town and our lives
Into a glassy sea of lifeless slag.
These, my young friends,
Are the rewards which our elders,
Those wise establishments of our world,
Promise to our young and eager hopes.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2005 Alfred Charasz