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Well we all know how powerful war can be, both to change things and to change people and to change ideas and philosophy. In this case, you may notice that "death" or "kill" in some form can be substituted for change, and sometimes I wonder if the true cause of war isn't about change but about death itself. I was thinking about this the other day, thinking about nuclear war I was, and I was thinking about those days of the cold war and the little bomb shelter signs that were posted in the halls of my schools, or the sirens I would see while hiking that I learned later were to be a means to communicate if atom bombers were to invade the US from north, the Canadian border. I was thinking about how much change a nuclear bomb can bring. Change as Tom was telling us in class by leaving nothing left of a person but xrays in the concrete in the rough outline of what they used to look like. And through this I thought about what it must have been to be a child in the sixties, I mean, did they actually tell children that if the bomb siren went off to hide under their desk at on time.. I based a poem on that idea, it's about what may go through a childs mind when they know the bomb was dropped, having been told that such an event may occur, and what exactly may happen. I kept it short but tried to make it powerful, and if you'll notice, the first letter in every line, when read top to bottom, spells nuclear war..

Nuclear War

Never did I think that this would ever come to be
Until now I guess I never tried to stop, to look, to see
Crowched below a desk I know will never save my life
Listen to the death waves come, and with them horrid strife
Early on I knew that the technology was there
And crooked politicians, with their "cold war" may not care
Reach out and push the button.. if you dare.

"What did we do?!" I sit and think and want to scream
Aloud, and then give up and then..
Reach out and hug the mushroom cloud.

War sucks...

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• Re: Nuclear War Nick Winkleblack 20:11:12 5/12/98 (1)
  • Re: Nuclear War Andy Kauppinen 10:40:35 5/14/98 (0)
• Re: Nuclear War Jeff Walker 16:38:18 5/12/98 (0)

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: Well we all know how powerful war can be, both to change things and to change people and to change ideas and philosophy. In this case, you may notice that "death" or "kill" in some form can be substituted for change, and sometimes I wonder if the true cause of war isn't about change but about death itself. I was thinking about this the other day, thinking about nuclear war I was, and I was thinking about those days of the cold war and the little bomb shelter signs that were posted in the halls of my schools, or the sirens I would see while hiking that I learned later were to be a means to communicate if atom bombers were to invade the US from north, the Canadian border. I was thinking about how much change a nuclear bomb can bring. Change as Tom was telling us in class by leaving nothing left of a person but xrays in the concrete in the rough outline of what they used to look like. And through this I thought about what it must have been to be a child in the sixties, I mean, did they actually tell children that if the bomb siren went off to hide under their desk at on time.. I based a poem on that idea, it's about what may go through a childs mind when they know the bomb was dropped, having been told that such an event may occur, and what exactly may happen. I kept it short but tried to make it powerful, and if you'll notice, the first letter in every line, when read top to bottom, spells nuclear war.. : Nuclear War : : Never did I think that this would ever come to be : Until now I guess I never tried to stop, to look, to see : Crowched below a desk I know will never save my life : Listen to the death waves come, and with them horrid strife : Early on I knew that the technology was there : And crooked politicians, with their "cold war" may not care : Reach out and push the button.. if you dare. : "What did we do?!" I sit and think and want to scream : Aloud, and then give up and then.. : Reach out and hug the mushroom cloud. : War sucks...

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