The Silent Countdown Poem by Gert Strydom
The Silent Countdown
Beyond computer screen they sit
with missiles aimed and primed
and are waiting on that moment
to on command turn keys simultaneously
to unleash somewhere on earth the fiery hell
that man has built
but the days stretch on and on
and run into many years
and might to eternity go
or in a great bright flash
the moment may come
to extinguish every living thing.
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4/24/2024 7:06:48 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The end! ! In a great bright flash! ! ! Thanks for sharing.