The last estate

From far away
The people come
Wanting water
Wanting rum

In the fountain
They do see
A billion dollars
Glittering

The children stroll
Across the walk
At the table
Fathers talk

Happy glances
From mom to mom
In the garden
Life is calm

Piercing sounds
In the ears
Newborn screams
Enticing fear

Blinding light
Cannot see
The mushroom cloud
Takes a tree

Weathered wind
Knocks kids down
Earth is breaking
All around

Death smoke
Fills the lungs
It’s the very thing
They ran away from

Hell in a form
Of light
It vaporized
The estate with night

On the walls
Their shadows stained
From far away
The people came
Carrying along
The atom rain





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