The Insanity Of Man
The desolation was unbelievable.
To look at a city hit by a nuclear bomb.
Anything left standing was inconceivable.
Total annihilation before the calm.
Anything of value was unretrievable.
A coating of gray covered it all.
Death in the ultimate sense.
One of the most horrible things I saw
were human bones tangled in a fence.
Nothing moved. The dust slightly stirred.
Tossed about by the dry endless wind.
Then I swore there was moaning I heard.
Cries of the dead from this unspeakable sin.
Time has passed but, almost no change here.
A scar on the earth, a reminder for man.
This is something to always fear.
Never do this again to the land.
How did it ever happen before?
How could one country think that way?
Did they run in when Satan opened the door?
There is no justification that they could say.
Man is a slow learner in the school of hard knocks.
History should teach him to change his ways.
Instead they try to bluff, bully, and out fox
their so called ‘enemy’ in every way.
I don’t want to see the day when it happens again.
Next time on a world wide scale, I say.
That will be the end of man’s peaceful pretend.
Man will be a figment of the imagination
to those who look upon the ruined earth.
They will wonder with fascination.
If a race does this what were they really worth?
——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)