World War Three

Here I am alone in space orbiting the earth There were others once but they are gone for what it’s worth For when we left there was peace of earth for many But war turned up again like a bad penny So we sat up looking over the world As the mushrooms grew and destruction gelled After two days things became deadly quiet And the earth burned below in a fiery riot My fellow cosmonauts decided to end it all Going into the airlock without space suits was their call After a short time the airlock was opened out And each of them died as their bodies were thrown about I am alone here on the International Space Station As I contemplate my next action Then suddenly the radio spoke to me Saying calling the International Space Station we are alive you see So I have a decision to make now Should I try to get to them or just call foul There was a Soyuz capsule awaiting me Or do I join my fellow cosmonauts and be floating free. © Paul Warren Poetry