Final poem of the day
Arrows of fire


By Peter J Marcroft

The bringers of chaos, onward they fly,
From the bunkers below, come arrows of fire,
Their screaming tails, light up the night sky,
Ready to destroy, this global pyre.

The siren sounds, crisp and clear,
"Hurry and get to ground!"
The people stick together, glued by fear,
While on the streets, there is no more sound.

Two minutes and counting, the curtain draws near,
Below the ground, many mumbles, a repeated prayer,
When the missiles impact, their flames shall sear
our flesh, and all else that stands there.

We feel the impact, is this already the end?
In horror we stare, as the sands run out,
All this could have been avoided, if we were all one friend,
But that can't happen, as our rulers want to show their clout