Huge bright light,
Shot across the skies
Covering the vegetation; hills, valleys and rivers
It was morning,
But nobody came out of their beds,
Those who were early to the river never came back
Animals dropped dead in their sheds.
The air was stiff,
The land smelt of sulphur and burning meat
Soon it was morning in another world.
The past one, rugged and forgotten,
A distant memory of imperial dictatorships,
Of rabidity and greed.
New World Order of peace
Under the mushroom cloud.
I remember it well,
Because am dead!
24th February 2022, 6:05 am