What World Glows

Shadows of a mushroom cloud where children practiced, duck and cover

Russian Bear with all their near disasters with nuclear expression

Eagle hell bent on dominating destruction

and now, the Red Dragon plays in the sandbox of soon melted glass sand.

 

In your world you will burn instantly to vaporized ash if you are a believer in war

or not...

 

In mine, the Sun is warm and it is fun to play in the storms of Jupiter, forgetting

forgetting the madness of mankind.

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