Through space and through time,
Man invented the Bomb.
With technology at a prime,
it wasn’t very long
before the Bomb became a symbol,
of war and devastation.
And through minds so very nimble,
bombs spread through every nation.
The inner threads of circuitry
became more and more complex.
Soon, there were many factories
giving bombs their “special effects.”
The speed with which these monsters grew
was maddening, to say the least.
Man began to wonder,
what he would do
if he lost control of the Beast.
What would happen to all of the lands
if the button got pushed one day?
Or what if it fell into enemy hands
who didn’t know how to play?
For, you see, to those in power,
It is a serious, but deadly game.
To see who has the biggest launch-tower;
the “winner” gets fortune and fame.
So we build more arms to protect us
from our own demented creation.
A statement of greed and distrust,
to see who is the strongest nation.
Building weapons doesn’t make us strong!
It’s the unity of a People’s mind!
This is something so simple
that we’ve known all along.
Since the beginning of space and time.
If we keep going at this rate,
you can bet that it won’t be long
before we seal our own Fate
with the dropping of the Bomb…
~C.L.R.~ © 2003
* * * Note:
This poem is meant to make you think about the harsh reality of nuclear weapons. As a child of the 80’s, I grew up with the threat/concept/idea of nuclear war. I only hope the generations to follow will not have to deal with the reality or aftermath of such a war.