Tattered Lives (Original Poem)

I heard the bomb drop, remnants of all consciousness gone
Like a dawn chorus, we had come to accept
We sat and prayed for our lives to be spared
By the self made god that made the judgement call

Random pick on lives not yet lived
For the machine had its demands
In power so infested by greed that spared
No mercy to feed its hunger

A scamper and a scatter as villages disperse
Babies crying in protest, as chaos ensue
Narrowing the gates of escape
Machines converge in earnest

Bodies for shelter as the living play dead
Machine indiscriminate in its role
Children dazed as confusion turns them numb
Their lives tattered forever with no one to
Pick up the pieces