The Meltdown Poem by Ejaz Khan

The end of consuming conflagration brought
Sixty nine years of fragile peace
With flames kindled everywhere
Overshadowing, plaguing the terrified multitudes around the world
Blindfolded the nations walked the narrow path
Unaware of the abyss that lay
Beneath their feet
Sixty nine years of profusion
Sixty nine years of illusive dreams
Bewitched even the most wise
Everything grew to proportions improbable
Institutions became monstrous and unsustainable
Yet the system refused to fail
The sounds of warning sirens fill the space
The incredible speed of times force
Everyone to stay focused
On insignificant, but self-appointed goals
The heat increases each minute
The illusive state reaches its end
The incinerator gets beyond control
The process of meltdown has started
The knowledgeable identify but conceal the facts
The layman is too dull to discern and react
Enjoy the fruits of ignorance
While the world approaches its doomsday
Coming face to face with its tragic End
A destiny carved by its own hands