This is a poem inspired by the horror of a future far to likely and real. My great uncle Walter nearly flew the plane that bombed Hiroshima. It gave him nightmares for over five decades. We watched a show where a radioactive bomb was used as a plot device. Do we know what those devices have really done?
The wind stopped blowing in a instance on seventh and main,
no children laughed,
no lovers loved nor quarrelers quarreled ever again,
no elderly reminisced of life long ago,
the world was no longer the same
as the deafening silence turned the future
into the past with a deafening blast
bringing a silence born of modern science
with roots in the ancient past.
Angels turned their gaze
as the silence spread chaos
bringing hollow peace by inflicting great pain.
Deafening silence that could see no tear,
deafening silence that did not care of resoluteness or fear,
a war of creation and destruction
as the elements scream
of a nightmare to real to be a dream.
Oh men of progress what have you done?
You have bent nature to your will
charging the heavens and harboring hell.
Oh yes you silenced a war but at what cost,
in your victory have you laid the foundation of a future lost?
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