Post by Aaron Graf on Aug 31, 2004 23:36:15 GMT -5
The Nightmare on Christmas: Nuclear Winter
Late one night there arose such a clatter.
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Bombs were dropping all over my neighborhood,
Destroying all in their path, if it be bad or be good.
With ma in her kerchief and I in my cap,
Had thought we could settle down for our long winters nap.
When all of a sudden a great plane did fly,
Dropping a gigantic bomb out of the sky.
I saw those outside its blast as they would run and flee,
Because one power-hungry man just couldn’t see…<br>The price of his power with no one electing or debating,
Not realizing the horrors of his bombs killing and radiating.
You can give all your thanks to these right wing spinners,
Because what they called good defense is our nuclear winter.
The problem of this season is that it will never end,
Although we could have prevented it, if we gave up our nuclear trend.
The world is now starving, when it could have been fed.
The world was once living, but now nearly all dead.
The whole world is speaking, but I still can’t hear a word,
The whole world is suffering, but their plight goes unheard.
The world is suffocating but not given clean air,
Our unity has been broken, but now beyond all repair.
The soil can’t be tilled even in the heat of the day,
And if we slake our thirst it is our life we pay.
The air we breathe is poison, destroying our lungs,
Only the strongest can survive so we abandon our young.
For a whole twenty miles all life has been erased,
The insulting, high price of what was once the Arms Race.
It’s 120 degrees, yet it’s late in December,
History repeating itself but now it’s too late to remember.
Christmas Eve in our city, in every street and every house,
Not a creature was living, not even a mouse.
So the outcome of this war show neither as winners,
The end of a peaceful summer, is the start of a Nuclear Winter.
~ Aaron Graf
Late one night there arose such a clatter.
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Bombs were dropping all over my neighborhood,
Destroying all in their path, if it be bad or be good.
With ma in her kerchief and I in my cap,
Had thought we could settle down for our long winters nap.
When all of a sudden a great plane did fly,
Dropping a gigantic bomb out of the sky.
I saw those outside its blast as they would run and flee,
Because one power-hungry man just couldn’t see…<br>The price of his power with no one electing or debating,
Not realizing the horrors of his bombs killing and radiating.
You can give all your thanks to these right wing spinners,
Because what they called good defense is our nuclear winter.
The problem of this season is that it will never end,
Although we could have prevented it, if we gave up our nuclear trend.
The world is now starving, when it could have been fed.
The world was once living, but now nearly all dead.
The whole world is speaking, but I still can’t hear a word,
The whole world is suffering, but their plight goes unheard.
The world is suffocating but not given clean air,
Our unity has been broken, but now beyond all repair.
The soil can’t be tilled even in the heat of the day,
And if we slake our thirst it is our life we pay.
The air we breathe is poison, destroying our lungs,
Only the strongest can survive so we abandon our young.
For a whole twenty miles all life has been erased,
The insulting, high price of what was once the Arms Race.
It’s 120 degrees, yet it’s late in December,
History repeating itself but now it’s too late to remember.
Christmas Eve in our city, in every street and every house,
Not a creature was living, not even a mouse.
So the outcome of this war show neither as winners,
The end of a peaceful summer, is the start of a Nuclear Winter.
~ Aaron Graf
