They hit the button one fine day;
Smoke and fire rained every which way.
The deadly fumes our lungs attacked,
And the air, 'twas only black, black, black.

Some tried in vain to hide underground,
Others covered their ears to block the sound.
And me? I watched as the sky fell in,
Knowing we pay the price for our sin.

Sirens wailed as medics tried to help,
But they also were hit and most died with a yelp.
Soon the streets were all but deserted,
The ground was torn up, the earth inverted.

Finally, the chaos around me grows silent;
The atmosphere is no longer so violent.
My throat is so dry, I barely can talk,
And ashes line the path that I walk.

For hours (or days?), I walk down the...