Mushroom Cloud

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  Mushroom Cloud
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The black sun rises in the place of doom,
The mountains and hills quiver and shake
And the whole ground tremble in a loud boom;
Causing a huge panic upon its wake.
The metal turtles breathing explosion,
Spitting out bombshells all over the place
Metallic birds with eggs of destruction,
Singing a song of death to human race.
Tomorrow I'll witness the mushroom cloud;
The cloud that will put me to my last breath,
In extreme fear, the world will shout aloud
And after the echo is the mass death.
Disputes among nations - a great horror,
All is but anguish, torment, and terror!
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© MACA.T.A.
# 1,424
13 May 2016
1:14 p.m.  

(Shakespearean Sonnet)

(A poem written in memory of WWII Bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki.)

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