Analysis of Death and Disillusions

                        Death and disillusion
The morning snow brought the white coffins,
Covering the fields, the homes and the waste land.
The population gone underground.
Life at a standstill and normality ceased.
The sounds of distance blasts echoing in the empty and deserted streets.
At the fall of night,
Man made machines are now in command.
The ghosts of death flying in formations
designed to rain bombshells from a distant hell,
and to paint the land red in human blood .
The homes of the defenceless and innocent
Are now unmarked graves of living and the dead.
No one to spare the young or the old, from this inferno
Of the marching and flying madness,
Of men sat in air conditioned secured bunkers.
Those at the other side are hopeless and in despair as the
Death sickles march  in the darkness of the night.
This is no press conference ,
Nor an official press release with well crafted soothing words.
This is our actual man made hell on this our Earth.  
K@42