Nuclear Protest Poem

The sky looks very clear, the birds fighting over a piece of bread,

Seagulls squawking and flying around,

Hearing the crashes of the waves,

The splashes of the waves are nice to the ear.

 

Police Sirens.

Scared because I’m in a wooden boat,

The smoke spreading around our area.

Rocking yacht makes an attentive moan.

 

People of our country protesting.

The screams of the people

“You have no right to do this”

furious, I can’t believe this is happening.

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