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THE MISSILES ARE COMING

The generals are playing a death game of dare; With missiles in the silos and bombs in the air. There’ll be time for anger, there’ll be time for greed, But the time shall be lost for planting the seed. ,

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09 October 2007

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THE MISSILES ARE COMING

THE MISSILES ARE COMING

I stare at the dust as it tries not to fall,
Swirling in the sun streams from the windows on the wall.
Down in the valley ring lonely church bells;
Sounding their message as the devil’s brood swells.

The missiles are coming though I can’t tell you when;
As they drop down upon us our lifestyles shall end.
You can hide underground or fly far away;
Their lingering fallout will find you someday.

No more small children shall toddle off to schools,
Because of mistakes of grownup mad fools.
Believing in space men and the ships, which they fly,
You can bet as it happens, they’ll watch it and cry

The generals are playing a death game of dare;
With missiles in the silos and bombs in the air.
There’ll be time for anger, there’ll be time for greed,
But the time shall be lost for planting the seed.

By Tom Zart

-Tom Zart -

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