Missiles launch.
Bombs drop.
People run.
Ear drums pop.
Bodies catastrophically catapulted.
Landing w/ a thunderous thud.
This is how a nation is being assaulted.
The streets painted w/ the innocents blood.
Babies barbarically blown into bits.
Children clinging to their parent's arm.
No blue sky cause its scarlet lit.
No way to escape this horror filled harm.
Arms, legs, heads, hands and brain.
Human parts scattered across the place.
Atomics and missiles continue to relentlessly rain.
A tear slides down a mothers half blown-off face.
As there are more incoming blast,
some just kneel and pray,
knowing the next breath could be their last.
Survive or not they suffer from the memory of this devastating day.
The bombing is over but the hurt will never stop.
A survivor's tears continue drop.
Corpses wait to be picked in piles.
In a mansion in another country a man w/ power sickly snickers and shamelessly smiles.
We are the weapons of mass destruction.
We are the victims of our own creations.
We all suffer together.
We chose the so called leader of our nation.
