The mushroom cloud rose over
Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
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.
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?
Then a new beginning. Without us.