Over a Mushroom Cloud 

I was day dreaming while floating over a mushroom cloud I began to think aloud

Just lounging in my favorite shroud

Why are the mad men always allowed

Why are these fools always so proud?

The fallout was like fireworks on the Fourth of July

You could simply walk outside and die

Seems like it's too late to try

Much too late even to cry,

That civilization came to this point in time

Only to be destroyed on the turn of a dime

So many young men cut down in their prime

The end of it all for no reason or rhyme,

Ashes to ashes dust to dust

Evil never stops just like rust

Was self destruction such a must?

The remains swept away by a wind gust,

From atop that mushroom cloud I saw

The Four Horsemen unleashed becoming the new law

I appealed to God and looked on in awe

Would the war cut through humanity like a saw?

I thought I knew you when we first met

It seemed as though we drank from the same goblet

It seemed like our future was set

Now I know the "Black Rain" of regret,

Matters of the heart can transcend

Even the fears of life's end

The spirit can not always mend

What pain the broken heart sends,

The streets are empty now in the ghost town

The silence is like none ever found

No place left to kneel upon the mound

Only a faint memory of her in her gown.