Sad Cloud

The sound of a bomb,
The homes of many going down,
The sky is a triple chocolate cake,
But doesn't taste very nice,
The ground is as dusty as a farm in the drough.
Screaming of baby that are hungry,
Fires breaking out,
Everyone is running,
Warning bells are sounds that you can just hear,
So many dead,
In so little time,
Many more to came,
For those few that made it,
Their life was miserable and sad,
As they never got over it.