Here is a bit of a blast from the past. I recently found a poem I wrote back in Evander Childs High School. Not quite like the poetry I write now, but a decent poem none the less. Let me know what you think of it.
A Prayer for the Nuclear Age
O, in the wasteland that is tomorrow,
It is there that I see such sorrow…
There our hopes and dreams do wither,
Making all we see mean and bitter…
But the night is not yet through,
The dawn may yet shine bright and new…
And if the new dawn comes as I pray,
Let us hope it lasts for many a day…
And in those days let Peace reign,
Whereas before only war sustained…
O what will happen to the human race?
Let us all pray against the hopeless waste.
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