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I stood on the fortification,

With the battle sound brave in my ear,

And my chieftain safe in the earthworks,

Sent me a flaming spear.

 

I threw the spear with a vengeance,

Not knowing where it would go,

And my liege lord safe in the castle keep,

Sent me an arrow and bow.

 

I fired the arrow skyward,

And looked to see what I'd done,

And my captain safe in the armoury,

Sent me the loaded gun.

 

I fired my gun from the trenches,

Wishing the day would pass,

And my general safe in a distant land,

Sent me the mustard gas.

 

I laid out the gas like a blanket,

Over Passchendaele Ypres and the Somme,

And my scientist safe in his ivory tower,

Sent me the nuclear bomb.

 

I dropped my bomb on the city,

And mankind felt the searing pain,

Then no-one was safe in the whole wide world,

And never will be again.

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Comments

<Deleted User> (7212)

Sun 2nd Jan 2011 21:36

Sorry about the silliness - I posted one a while back on the same subject
http://www.writeoutloud.net/public/blogentry.php?blogentryid=8732

<Deleted User> (7212)

Sun 2nd Jan 2011 21:13

And our Albert, with 'is horses head handle...

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Ian gant

Sun 2nd Jan 2011 19:52

Good Evening Antonionioni

Sad but positive, sad but needed, the commonality is the word sad.

<Deleted User> (7789)

Sun 2nd Jan 2011 18:29

Ian, this is sadly true despite the peace it (the bomb) has bought between the major nations for decades.

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