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Bunkers Of Lead (the rich empty bed)

Standing amid
the devastated landing
tasting the acrid
volcanic atomic pounding
resolute atmospheric resounding.
Watch a whole world of thoughts
slump and drape
right across the purple jupiter hazed
landscape
you can only gasp
open mouthed agape .
A mushroom boom
the final high noon
your last chance has been barred
from the saloon
the worlds infants are now doomed
no longer will they feed
no longer will they plead
no more life enabling spoons .
Destruction blamed flames
scream unashamed
they rip out the oxygen
then form an enemy of
arched insipid pain .
A black arch way to no more
a final footprint
upon lifes shore .
Will these lines register
will anyone peruse
or are we all so humble
and believe its just the news.
This isn't just T.V
this really could be reality
too many allow the waves of a turbulent
and toxic sea
wash out their eyes conveniently.
The well pre poisoned bodies
of aristocracy
unhealthy but wealthy
in a fatal parliamentary
as they climb into bunkers of lead
we can only flee from a life
we live only to be dead .
As you glare at acidic rain
in the street
as it burns your brain
and takes the soles off your feet
its not just a maybe shower that
can dampen
this is a fact so dour
it really could happen .
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