Déjà vu

Shrey Rodricks


The mushroom cloud rose over

Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

Painful memories

run through generations.

The black and white of doom and agony

is resurfacing again.


Now, another war at work:

shelling, smoke and fire.

Rumbling wheels of tanks,

clicking boots denting streets.

People huddled in basements,

fighting hunger and thirst.

Empty strollers gaping at the sky.


Language transmuted,

with terror as a weapon.

Humanity regressing to its primitive self

as incursion and assault continue.

One man ready to trigger nuclear war

on billions. What if it happens?

The end.

Then a new beginning. Without us.

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