Today is the day that the world ended.

Today is the day that the bombs blasted.

It could not be comprehended.

Welcome to World War III.

 

It started out peaceful

Not a cloud in the sky

With orange juice for breakfast

But terror for dinner,

And that’s what they always say.

 

On the day the world ended,

I heard the sirens

I saw the fear

I could taste the silence in the air.

 

At that moment I could see

An orange mushroom cloud fifty miles east.

It was happening

I knew it was.

This was an invitation to war

The Cold War was never gone.

 

At that time

The radios screamed

My government telling me

To run or hide,

Hide or flee

It doesn’t really matter

Don’t you see?

 

So there I went to my fallout shelter,

With me came my radio

For updates on the matter

Every hour on the hour.

 

Then I pondered about the past

Don’t you remember?

Dare I ask.

 

I recall the drills

To hide under my desk

In the event the Soviets missiles attacked.

 

But for the city fifty miles east,

It begs the question

Did they have enough time

To hide from this act of aggression?

Did they shelter under their desks?

Or on the streets without any special twist?

 

At that time came the rumble

Air gusting at 600 miles per hour.

The shelter shook

Partially crumbled

What a shock

Yet I’m still rather humble.

 

This was the day that the Lord had come.

This was the day that was etched into history.

On this day the world ended

On this day the bombs blasted

Today marks the day that the Third Great War had started.