Fueling the Heat of Nuclear Furnace
The world
surely a tense situation
Super Powers igniting
A proposed annihilation
Sticks and stones of Nuclear travesty
Fueling the Hatred with damnable alacrity
Seasons are changing
But the Fall with a Chill
My writings are to blame per say
Assuming before remaining absolutely still
hopes for the Future can rapidly change
Look to the West and be silent upon her range
It is not for myself to judge or condemn
The thousand year War between Dictators and Men
Only time will Tell,how far we have come
After the button is pushed,there is no need to use that thumb
I will sit and contemplate,in the desert that used to be strong
Decaying
and
Withering
from Our own Atomic Bomb
Copyright © Bart Jonas | Year Posted 2006
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