Survival

Walking down a country lane,
Flowers blooming, framed by green,
Dreaming under canopies of stars
Peaceful, quiet and serene,
Happy that the raging wars
Have as yet here not been seen,
But the killers of the infidel
Soon may come to our shore
As they did five years before
When our Towers - dearly cherished
In fiery glows suddenly perished;
So, if we want to go on living,
Let's bomb those fanatics
Into eternal oblivion,
As we most certainly can,
Same as we finished
The war in Japan!

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz