Human race

Марина Чиянова
A triumph of destruction,
A wave of pain
Like an explosion
Under a toxic rain...


A sadness, no forgiveness,
No one feels safe anymore,
So hard to believe it,
Standing by the river shore.


No one has intentions
To stay forever sad,
But this is an invention
That can hurt so bad.

Fragile city glowing,
Radiation trace,
So surreal, abnormal
Destroys the human race.