Nuclear Missile

A fiery red-streaked
Messenger of death
Sears thundering
Across the skies
And with the brightness
Of a thousand suns
Explodes above the city
Where in an instant millions,
Their souls and bodies,
Turned into 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 2007 Alfred Charasz