Doomsday Nursery RhymeA Poem by Tim LionIn the mildewed eye of laughter, Rotten apples soften. Crows pick at the bone disasters Sleeping in black coffins. Computers spit out prophecy Of destruction and doom, While endless soldier prodigies March down into mass tombs. And the thunder rumbles! Rumbles! Buildings crumble, clatter and burn. As the bodies tumble! Tumble! Nowhere to hide; nowhere to turn. Children cower in the caverns, Small heads tucked between knees. Fire orchids paint hot patterns That guzzle moonlit trees. Mommy prays for Heaven’s mercies, Daddy loads his shotgun. Pins and needles, right foot hurts me I’m glad I’ve still got one. And the thunder rumbles! Rumbles! Buildings crumble, clatter and burn. As the bodies tumble! Tumble! Nowhere to hide; nowhere to turn. We cry out, but God won’t answer. Nothing rests; nothing heals. Alchemists and necromancers: Raise the dead! Shape the steel. But magic words are wasted breath; Fiddle fie! Fairytales. No cure for life; no cure for death. Heavens fall; Hell prevails. And the thunder rumbles! Rumbles! Buildings crumble, clatter and burn. As the bodies tumble! Tumble! Nowhere to hide; nowhere to turn. Repent and hope someone hears it, Lay dried up flowers on the grave Of the conquered human spirit, But never mourn the mindless knave. © 2011 Tim LionFeatured Review
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