Evening Stroll Through a Warzone

The horror in each and every mother’s eyes
Must have been hard to define
As the glow enveloped the horizon
The fires blazed and receded, the embers dying

Evening stroll through a warzone
A young child searching for her family home
Sky at sunset, the warm tones
Against the backdrop of smoldering bones

The Land of the Rising Sun
Is hereby welcomed to death by kiloton
The heat warm against the Eagle’s back as it flies away
It’s time for the ticker-tape parade

For whom the bell tolls
No one knows, but one thing is for sure
Gone, forevermore, is the way we were
When the air was pure


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