Science Fiction - The Lonely Dusty Road Poem by Paul Warren

The dusty road stretched to the north
As the car went onward on its course
The sun beat down on its celestial path
As they travelled thinking it would be their last

The week had started like any other day
But the tension in the world spilled over and away
Mushroom clouds sprouted over the big cities
With missiles raining down not showing any pities

They packed the car and left straight away
Thinking to leave civilisation and go out the way
So they now drive the dusty roads of the Outback
Knowing that civilisation's last gasp was down the track.

© Paul Warren Poetry