Cuban Missile Crisis Poem by James Timothy Jarrett
Cuban Missile Crisis
When the pale blue sky
That blankets the gulf
Turns rippling red
In orange hue
And thunder rumbles
Without abate
To the shelter!
To the shelter!
Before it's too late!
Steel doors and canned goods
All below ground
Tuck and cover and pray
You don't hear the sound
Is the world that insane?
How far have they Gone?
Say another prayer
And hope you see dawn
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