Bomba: A run on sentence

My world explodes dry bombs spreading with the dark silence behind the words of protest and blind teachers hide and run to save face for the fearsome as the class room children run blue fingers over block keys learning the alphabet of tame pain shamed and blamed my rocket men see it all from horrid distances twice removed that my jacket buttons burst the next point of destruction this walk our feet no longer bear and the talk our mouths curse you and I falling as clouds come down mimicking phoenix thought power leaks and oozes out of every corner adrift as a septic wounds knowing no discipline and showing deadly disease among my people's sickness spreading among the dead as it has for so many centuries before today's survival wish to stand among the living who condemn the down and down sinking belief knowing there was once a way out this thunder we all hear and feel in our bones.