'GB' tinkering in unit research.
All went deathly dark.
The lowering sky seemed restless
Terra Firma ominously rumbled
'Harmy' rushed through exclaiming
'It`s over, and I don`t mean the 'Big O'
No time to press
It`s us or them! '
'GB' suddenly uttered an uneasy 'deja vu`
About this positive statement.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem