The child came into the world with a nuclear bomb
Hanging like a mobile over his head.
At any second
Every thing
Every place
Every body
Could be vaporized into nothing-ness.
What innocence is lost
When the mad grown-up world
Intrudes
Like a rapist in the night
And shoves a cold cocked revolver
‘Neath the covers
In the crib?
(Previously published in Eclectica, Vol.3, No.4, Nov-Dec '99)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic poem here