Once long ago,
On a dismal day,
A smell of smells overwhelmed,
The pallet of taste,
A reaction with such haste,
The impression upon ones face,
Would look as if cursed,
By the unpleasant aroma,
Smelling like ammonia,
An unfamiliar familiar stench,
Knocking one back on defense,
Making their fist clench,
While wafting away,
An unbearable smell,
In sight a vision of hell,
Accompanying that retched smell,
Lay the bodies as well,
****** and torn,
Rotten and unborn,
Old and young,
The day that which begun,
With the bright illuminating light,
That it too illuminated the night,
The explosion had the might,
Of a thousand atom bombs,
How were they calm,
When watching us die,
Do they not cry,
As you and I,
Wonder why this happens,
Simply we allow it to happen.