They pulled the strings of a blundering puppet
Until the world descended into chaos and ruin,
The great or worst war when nukes fell like rain.
And the puppet masters destroyed us all.
Bob Boyd
My Archived Poetry Blog With 3,750 poems
They pulled the strings of a blundering puppet
Until the world descended into chaos and ruin,
The great or worst war when nukes fell like rain.
And the puppet masters destroyed us all.
Bob Boyd