In the failing hours of darkness
and dawn so close at hand
suddenly the silence breaks
with sounds of distant screams.
Can it be some mothers child
crying in the rain
or can it be the whistle
of a lonesome midnight train
yet maybe it's the telling whine
of one last falling bomb.
Yet if it's not...
then holy shit what can it be?
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love it David. We live in an age of uncertainty. Maybe it's Mother Nature bemoaning the way we have treated our planet.



