<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=366423" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Not If, But When</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not If, But When? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dim sunrise on a gray, smoky city<br>Cars line the roads, slowly rusting<br>Winds blowing ash, harsh and gritty <br>Acidic smog gives an evil dusting</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tires melted to pavement, rubber pools of blackness<br>Window Glass sagging from kiln-like heat <br> All move no more due to nuclear madness<br>In gutters, white bones scoured by gray caustic sleet</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Destinations and drivers no longer exist <br> no organic life forms survive<br>Only wind blown gray ash and solitude persist<br>Where aspirations and ambitions did thrive<br> <br>Empty buildings pleading for workers to toil<br>Winds moaning through windowless walls <br>Papers bubbling about in a bleak breezy boil <br>Family photos dance gaily in deserted dark halls</div><div style="margin:10px 0">City streets decorated with bizarre ornamentation<br>Shards of glass strewn about by explosive power<br> Like diamonds on black tar, the macabre decoration <br>Grows more ashen and gray by the hour <br> <br>Faces on billboards cancerously peeling<br>While timelessly smiling and hawking their wares<br>Wood rotting, braces failing, perilously reeling<br>signs malignantly moulting, shedding their cares<br> <br>Suitcases scattered, open, pillaged and torn<br>Contents long ago blown away<br>Like the doomed souls that carried them, sad and forlorn<br>In and on melted pavement they lay</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wires draped from poles like funereal bunting<br>No current, no messages to bear<br>Gray spider-like webs, the strands seem to be hunting<br>For purpose, for signals… not there<br> </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Playgrounds deserted, charred swing seats awry<br>Slides rusting, tilting, small bones lay exposed<br>No squeals, no laughter, no kids running by<br>Monkey bars droop sadly, morose in repose<br> <br>Religion, politics, gone to obsolescence<br> Purple vestments faded to brown<br> poisonous gas, ungodly essence<br> Church steeples toppled, bells sunk in the ground</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Burned black, stunted trunks, a few withered branches<br>Like a forest of dark hooded monks at prayer<br>Natures been violated yet no one blanches<br>There’s simply…no one……there</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Whalen">David Whalen</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=366423" data-title="Not If, But When de David Whalen" data-description="Not If, But When? Dim sunrise on a gray, smoky city Cars line the roads, slowly rusting Winds blowing ash, harsh and gritty Acidic smog gives an evil dusting Tires melted to pavement, rubber pools of blackness Window Glass sagging from kiln-li..."></div> </div> </div>

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