An Apocalyptic View Poem by bobby beddoe

An Apocalyptic View

While NK's protests grows louder,
I wond'r who th' hell they think they are;
Keepin' busy as a bird buildin' her nest,
Making sur' we notice her next launchin' test.
With China and young Un in cahoot,
We lean tow'rd talk, warnings - pure moot!
'Tho Uncle's tongue not afraid t' speak;
I nev'r fancied we'd look so weak.
And Uncle, being mired in that idiocy,
I wish for a differ'nt strategy:
Like, wipe that smile off of Un's fat face;
With same nuke - make NK a vacant place!