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The Hand On the Nuclear Button
The hand on the nuclear button
Is held by a mind that is sick
The eyes that keep it focused
Is blurring and quite myopic.
What danger lurks ahead
If suddenly the brain has seizures!
Will the hand move past the head
And press on the nuclear fixtures?
Will that hand lose all control
And release the demise of earth
Blow us up, one and all
And burn even all the dirt?
The hands on their nuclear buttons
Have so turned a push to shove,
Their tempers have been turned on
Start praying to God above.
poem
by
Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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