on dropping bombs

dangerous. devices.

do not dream of

chemicals acid shells


wires tape wrapped tight fusing

this dawning,

with your bombs

dusking, living,

this the earth’s growth’s people’s

land. this home. stand

against destruction.

we are people,

not demons devils darkness.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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