Unhygienic

Explosions on polygon
Uncomfortable questions
Awaiting for lunch
Hall full of people on wheelchairs
Dark clouds clump
Wind chills the organism
Sun counters with warmth
A flag blows on wind
Among cigarette buds
Some find a grain of hope
It’s completely disgusting
And unhygienic
A Soviet satellite
Was supposed to hit us
But it didn’t
Nothing happened again