WWIII

Don't you understand what I'm trying to say
Can't you feel the fears I'm feeling today?
If the button is pushed, there's no runnin' away
There'll be no one to save with the world in a grave
Take a look around you boy, it's bound to scare you, boy
And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
How you don't believe
We're on the eve of destruction

Eve of Destruction sung by Barry McGuire



World War III

Could we on the verge?
Is this another cold war?
Will it end badly?

All it takes is a wrong word,
itchy finger, Russian coup,
a single accident and the world
will end in fire followed
by a long cold nuclear winter.
There will be no one left
to write poetry
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Liguori Avatar
January 27, 2025 at 3:05 PM
Yes... we are very close to III; so scary. Powerful write you have here. Peace.
Mckeithan Avatar
January 27, 2025 at 3:33 PM
Thank you for the read and comment. It is scary
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