Poem By Eudora M.A.S.S.A.
The hot sun burned everyone into charcoal.
Everyone was looking for shade they can't find.
Women cared not for their babies
For they were running,
As the men followed behind.
The smell of burnt flesh suffocated the living.
The bloodcurdling screams
Of the infants instantly died
And those who once roamed Earth
Were no longer alive.