.5. Button Pushers Poem by David Threadgold

After the mushroom cloud
Curl’s in the sky
It’s too late to wonder
Or ask questions why

Follows the burning
To peel off the skin
That covered our bodies
So fragile and thin

Who pushed the button?
That triggered the others
Now millions lay dying
Once sisters and brothers

To quick to act
Without little thought
The price we now pay
For the weapons we bought

Only a few will survive
Lead by ushers
To underground bunkers
For all button pushers

© 2008 David Threadgold
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