Eric Cockrell

Well, It's Nuclear... - Poem by Eric Cockrell

well, it's nuclear rain,
voices without names,
faces etched in pain,
lives given in vain,
it's nuclear rain.
well, it's nuclear night.
cant tell wrong from right,
hope is out of sight,
men stand alone and fight.
it's nuclear night.
well, it's nuclear stillness.
past the point of forgiveness..
the dying cry out to witness.
the ego driven illness.
it's nuclear stillness.
well, it's nuclear devastation.
the home divided by the nation.
the individual sold to exploitation.
to bondage and incarceration.
it's nuclear devastation.
well, it's nuclear hell.
the spirit put on sale.
the body just a shell.
the truth it cannot tell.
it's nuclear hell.
well, it's nuclear death,
fear steals the very breath.
everything taken nothing left.
child of Cain, child of Seth,
it's nuclear death.
well, it's the nuclear dawn,
all that ever was is gone.
the weak devoured by the strong,
god left to walk alone...
it's nuclear dawn!

Comments about Well, It's Nuclear... by Eric Cockrell

  • Rajendran Muthiah (4/17/2012 9:41:00 PM)

    The ironical tone of the poet groans saying: nuclear rain, nuclear night, nuclear death....nuclear dawn. The nuclear powers are warned to be aware of the devastations and beware of the bombs Wonderful sir.. (Report) Reply

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  • (4/17/2012 4:39:00 AM)

    Really like it, it would make a great rock song.
    a great poem.
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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 16, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, April 16, 2012

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