Climate of Lost Hope

The ghosts
Parade
To the sound
Of acid rain
As the bombs
Slam
Into the barren
Soil
While a few
Remain
Hidden
Alone
Within bunkers
At last
Praying for change
Praying
For one more chance
On Death’s
Coronation day
As he waits
For humanity
To draw
Their last
Breath

This is a poem I did for PBF(Poetry Battle Friday) on Twitter today. The word prompt is coronation.

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