​Inheritance

(In the early 80s I was in a band, this is my Jim Morrison, rant)


When the stars tumble from the heavens,
the ultimate destruction is inherent. 
With bombs bursting into virgin soil,

leaving ugly sin behind.

Bodies melting;
eyes popping from heat. 
Buildings crumble into a vacuum of dust,
blowing in a poison wind.

Young children
scorched in nature’s bosom,
burnt offerings
of a generation’s mistakes.