The Smallest Island Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

Across the eastern seas
On the smallest island
Tropical restlessness
Radio silence
Colorful birds spoke
Fruit trees multiplied
An abundance of natural habitats
The sun leaked in through the tall coconut trees
White sand surrounds the very tip
In a world of unseen preservation
Islanders set in stone
Their feet walked alone
Leaving shallow footprints in the sand
Fishing with nets before the week ends
Cooked fish dressed with fruit
There is only the ocean
Their lives floated in the ocean
The waves brought them their food
Until a ball of flame crashed upon their island
Leaving half the population dead
Skin pierced by shrapnel
Women and child lie upon the beach
Changing the sands and tide to the color red
A boat filled with sharks wearing helmets for war
Swam through the ocean with teeth like bullets
Biting into all the remaining life
First it became a military base
Then it was used as a plantation.