gadget.....boom
little boy....boom
fatman.....boom
tnt-ww2, so many
dead peaples, all
laying in a row, the
lord from above sheads
his tears, as the sky
tropers dropp a mega
bomb, on the citys homes,
cant we all get along, the
children scream, no says
the devel, for with out the
bombs, there would be
no peace.......
I like the thoughts behind the poem. This is one of your best David. Ghada
The human being is a imperfect creature, with good choices and bad he seems to always take the easy way out, it's not just in our modern society it's been happening since the beginning of time you are thinking a lot more about your poetry, it is starting to show good results, i look foreward to more of your work Warm regards allan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem David. Very sad state of the world when bombs mean peace..... Sincerely, Mary