Postmodern Peacemakers
Postmodern Peacemakers How shall we all lament! Half dead with fear I tremble The unthinkable has happened Doomsday of Nuclear holocaust is here Enola Gay at 8:15 we forget We don’t know what we are doing Flesh melts and falls Bones melt and melt Blood roars and roars The sun was warm before explosion Now a thousand radiation pains And a billion dreams bleed See that humble, bright boy William Watching TV cricket match For patriotism and national defense For waging Peace Burn him up To keep our prestige alive The poets colony Where light workers unfeared live And love cuckoo, swallow and sun Kill them. None of them will complain Amy and Agatha Only nine weeks old Boil their organs For national defense we will do it For waging war for Peace we will do it We are postmodern Peacemakers