Steps of Gold (Cold War)
After victory the Cold War struck,
The golden steps destroyed,
That rememberance we all shared,
War took the toll again.
But this one lasted thirty years,
Never to end or start,
Nicely though there wasn't war,
In this crimson heart.
It was an arms race to the end,
God forbid open war,
For if war occured death would strike,
The men tired and confused.
The golden steps never came back,
The ones to peace and bliss,
But that is only a wish in the future,
A golden wish that is.
My poem's short unlike the war,
For death is inexpressible,
In words or actions nothing good comes,
Like many people say, for the WW1, WW2 and the Cold War,
'Two bad things, daren't equal something good'