IF

by terry   Jan 2, 2012


I lie alone
huddled in the cold
the wind's teeth biting at my whole being
unmerciful in its attack upon me
hunger pains twist my stomach
feeling like a towel
being wrung out to dry
but there is no food left
edible that is
and there are no buildings left
standing that is
could I be the only one that remains
I hope that is not so
for it is we that must rebuild
A new world
To replace what has been destroyed
The world we knew is gone
War was a game
That nations played
And the people lost
All that is left is the destruction
the suffering, the silence
what was started
with guns and knives
with bombs and battleships
has now climaxed
with nuclear holocaust
with total annihilation
In mere minutes
man brought the earth to her knees
Fools they were
for mother earth buried them in her depths
except for the few she allowed to survive
if there are other survivors
If we do survive
for the pain engulfing me is increasing
my mind is beginning to drift
as if it were an iceberg, breaking loose,
beginning its journey across the seas
But I know
that we must rebuild our world
a new world
casting its foundation in trust
and love
and joined together with respect
of all things living
what a pleasant thought
I shall dream about it,
tomorrow.
If.

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