Did you hear the boom?
Then quite, calm, to tragedy.
The comings of the gloom.

I might mistake the sound of it,
the concussions are so low,
they are little, peice by peice
until the hammer drops.

Mighty us to revil in and then to shelter hide.

Is this, but of the meddling of
what we have to show.
All the workings of a peace
with no regard to then.

Yet, out so loudly do we go.
When silent did we make our voice.

The railing we suspend.


It was a bomb, that brought to heel.
The world we wish to never know
A mushroom that lights the sky.
Away, away we go.

So You and I have heard the sound,
.
A telling noise that is but brief.
The shock so imminent.

The world that's at its precipice.
And we do look away.

So decision.
Life revision or to crumbling.
That might then stop the lazy tears
and postponing of these things.

That it is always of the now,
And of our lives to cherish.
Without the foresight of the past
Is future never known.

Yet, you and I can change the land,
and keep the world we have.
Or might to burn within the sun's
Reactive gifted glow.