Banners raised, they charge.
This time not soldiers, swords or cannons.
Buttons pushed, alarms blaring
Nukes raining from the skies.
Both sides lose.
Billions dead.
Bob Boyd
My Archived Poetry Blog With 3,750 poems
Banners raised, they charge.
This time not soldiers, swords or cannons.
Buttons pushed, alarms blaring
Nukes raining from the skies.
Both sides lose.
Billions dead.
Bob Boyd