Wow it's been a while here! I've just been beginning to get my writing mojo back recently so here I am again - hope you enjoy, constructive feedback welcome.


This is the world that humans built!
These are the bombs that lie quiet in the world that humans built.
These are the countries that wait in fear
of the bombs that lie quiet in the world that humans built.

This is the city that is blown apart
by the bombs that lie quiet in the world that humans built.
This is where death runs the show
in the city that is blown
apart by the bombs that lie quiet in the world that humans built.

These are the people, the broken souls
wandering where death runs the show
in the city that is blown
apart by the bombs that lie quiet in the world that humans built.

Here is a child, just four years old
without mother or father and all alone
amongst these people, the broken souls
wandering where death runs the show
in the city that is blown
apart by the bombs that lie quiet in the world that humans built.

And above the child is a sky grown cold
Grey plumes of smoke a sight to behold.
The world's development is uncontrolled
Full of mechanic societies, tired and old –
But could you have foretold
that this is the world
which we would build?


A/N: I don't know if everyone would recognize the original rhyme that I appropriated, it's "This Is The House That Jack Built". I don't think it's a very common one but when I was looking through nursery rhymes for inspiration I saw this particular rhyme and then this poem just jumped in my head and wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote it all out. I realize I drift off the form at the end, that was intentional - I was trying to make it more powerful and I thought repeating the lines got a little tiresome. A bit dark and gloomy and hardly humorous, but neither is the world these days.