Nuclear Dreams

December 10, 2009
By Anonymous

As I lay on the ground

It amazed me that all I see around

Are broken dreams and mended places

Life has been nothing but hell

Our houses were built from scraps

Our houses were built from scratch

There is a scarcity of food

And everything is all but crude

For I am supposed to be their savior

Everything that I see in their behavior

Shows a longing for the past

They want their homes

They want their friends

They want their toys

They want their cold water

They want their computers

But all of these requests I can not fulfill

I may be though of as their god

But I am not their savior


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