The Bomb
The blood pours down their faces
Like zombies
They stagger into the light
Torn clothes
Ripped souls
On their way to work
Newspapers folded
A coffee light and sweet
Flashes of fire
The earth shakes
When someone hates
Innocence lost
So long ago
Shock sets in
None the less
In the moments before death
Do they think
"But I'm going to be late?"
Like zombies
They stagger into the light
Torn clothes
Ripped souls
On their way to work
Newspapers folded
A coffee light and sweet
Flashes of fire
The earth shakes
When someone hates
Innocence lost
So long ago
Shock sets in
None the less
In the moments before death
Do they think
"But I'm going to be late?"
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