Whispers Poem by lisbon ferrao

The fishes have all disappeared
The rivers have dried
And the land lay barren with dust swirling winds.

The tress have fallen,
In the air, you see the birds no more,
And as you breathe the stench of death lingers.

A Deafening silence encircled me,
I can hear the wind howl.
Whispers say it was God, who got angry, others say it was the mushroom bombs.

I grew up running around wild bushes
With lavender colored flowers outside my Father's plantations,
He died when the white light flashed and with him his plantations.

I am waiting here, standing alone in the open grounds
Listening to the whispers…