I wondered what its like to live under a boiling hot dome
To be scared the next day that I won't have a home
The water drying up people dying of thirst
Only if they haven't died from the toxic gas first
People dropping like flies one by one
The wave of death will surly come
All the kids and parent fast on their feet's
Running far away before the red death meets
The sky is slowly turning dark black
All the kids homes destroyed and not their hearts crack
The red death is here its destroying the town
All you can hear care screaming sounds
Now the town is gone nothing is there
And all the people can do is stop and stare
JE LEEST
LIVING NEAR DEATH
PoëziePeople live near death everyday. Some cultures live near volcano's for their religion, culture and the fertile soil. I tryed to imagine an eruption of a volcano from a villager point of view living near one If you like this poem dont forget to push...
