Fifteen Seconds

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Fifteen Seconds

Fifteen,
It’s coming, oh-no.
Fourteen,
I’ve got to get someplace low.
Thirteen,
The red-alert came, three seconds ago.
Twelve,
No matter what I do, something will blow.
Eleven,
My mommy comes running, she says, “Go on, Go!”
Ten,
The missiles are closer, ready to destroy all that I know.
Nine,
How did this happen? How will it show?
Eight,
In the pages of history, who is our foe?
Seven,
I’m running, I’m running. I wish I would grow,
Six,
Big and tall, to help me throw,
Five,
My weight toward the bomb-shelter, now, I must go!
Four,
It’s coming too quickly.
Three,
There is no time to rhyme.
Two,
It’s almost here, I’m almost there.
One,
Too late…Oh-no.

The sirens grow closer,
Toward what, I don’t know.
Where are they going?
I hope it’s not one of my friends.

How did this happen?
One minute the park was peaceful and fun.
The next there was a siren,
Much like the one now.

I feel wet on my hand,
Turn your head to look,
I think.
But I can’t move.

The sirens are closer.
Toward what, I think I know.
I believe it’s me,
Lying here after the rockets exploded.

Why me?
Why here?
Why now?
Why do they hate us so much?

What did we do to deserve this?
How far is it going to go?
When will we do something to stop it?
Is there anything we can do?

Everything hurts,
But the siren is here.
Off to take me,
To another target.





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TrueSpirit said...
Feb. 2, 2009 at 1:34 pm
This is a touching reminder of the innocent victims of adult pride, vanity, and selfishness. My heart breaks for the child in this poem running, running, running to the shelter just out of reach, to the shelter that is also a prison.
 
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