Man’s Last Creation
By Lord R.e. Taylor
It has been a lifetime
The last time we all shared a fear
Countries on the edge
Leaders puffing up their chests
While their people hide in fear
All it would take is just one word
Or even just a wrong thought
A planet surrounded by a blinding light
Millions of mushroom clouds rising over every land
Screams of the dead and the dying
At last darkness settles after a violent second
And we will all be gone
No tears left for anyone or anything
Taken away by man's own creation
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Poem inspired by Eighth Day by Hazel O’Conner
© Poem – VIII/V/MMXXII
LRET
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