Ww3
If ever there was a WW3,
I wonder where me and my family will be.
Will anyone of us survive,
Then how will they live, those that are still alive.
Where will it be,
What will we see.
To what sort of damage will we be fated,
How much of the world will be obliterated.
Will animals still roam free,
Or will the fish all die in a boiling sea.
Still it's pointless to worry too much about it,
Because I expect that the result would mean that being alive would just be s**t.
Copyright © Mark West | Year Posted 2023
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