I saw the flash, the pillar of light,
Cutting like a white beam, splitting the night.
Is it a new weapon of destruction, a new threat to mankind?
To destroy civilization, to move the future behind?
The mighty laser of light blasts through the sky,
We hold our breath, we swallow a cry.
Does it cut through the skin? Evaporate all the hair?
It’s grandmother with her flashlight, coming down the stair!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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