World War III

Today is the day when grown men cry,
Today is the day the world will die.
For tomorrow comes and the world will end,
So farewell to loved ones and farewell my friend.

Our fate is decided the war is here,
No time for peace the tanks draw near.
The missiles are ready and point to the sky,
Our final dawn, our last goodbye.

Children are afraid to play in the street,
For fear of destruction that they may meet.
Adults hurry and rush around,
To secure their place in the underground.

The streets are deserted or so it seems,
Just the constant noise of the sirens scream.
Then all at once a light fills the sky,
The end of the world for you and I.

By Wingz

i am occasionally self-destructive but mainly a funny and deep thinking person.