Nuclear War

The future casts
A macabre shadow
On the present,
Spelling mankind's end
Which is just around the bend,
For the weapons produced
Sooner or later will be used
To turn this sweet planet
Into a radioactive crypt,
Killing all life on it,
And the gods will say: "Well,
They created their own hell..."

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz