A Four Minute Warning
A Four Minute Warning
A light shining from the sky
A deafening scream from the town near by
A flashing light
A shooting flame
Seems like the Russians again
Screaming shouting cries of pain
But the innocent have committed no crime
But the UN fortunate reality
Of being born in the wrong time
Bresnew, Reagan, they all the same
Ignorant of the result
Of the final phase of their game
The effects?
Not even god can tame
The arms race
Who’s the best?
A race to the death isn't a quest
One day they will see
That all there fantasy power money and fame
Will only get them 4 minutes in this game
Copyright © Geordie Boy | Year Posted 2008
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