They're blowing the world apart
With me still inside
There's nowhere for me to run
Nowhere to hide!
I wrapped the blanket around me
Pulled on my bullet-proof vest
Put on my welly boots
And tin helmet on my head.
Bang! Lightening flashed
A large mushroom in the sky
I hid my head in my hands
My god! I'm going to die!
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Author:
Bibbeck (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A slight \\\'mickey-take\\\' of a nuclear attack to show the futility of any thought of survival.
- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments1
Good write, if it happens the world is finished.
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