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Author: Cloud night baby
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - Poetry/Angst - Reviews: 1 - Published: 07-05-06 - Updated: 07-05-06 - id:2206017

Little girl came out to play

It is summer anyway

She is young, she is sweet

Someone you would like to meet.


Corrupted World confused her mind

Mommy says to share.

War, famine, genocide, crime,

Daddy says to care.


Happily skipping down the street,

School only starts in three weeks.

She looked up in the bright blue sky,

She jumps and sings and tumbles and sighs.


The little girl is an angel with wings,

She played with others and their playthings.

Neighbors laugh, boys tease, the other girls sing along,

When little girlcame back home, things have gotten wrong.


Mommy cries on the phone,

The TV is loud and on.

Daddy hurriedly packs and packs,

Their important things all in sacks.


Confused and scared, little girl went outside.

She lays on the grass, breathing a sigh.

She saw something flying in the air,

and little girl wonders 'what is up there?'


Then her neighbors began to flee

escaping, quick to leave.

Daddy called for little girl to come back in

to pack her dollies, or she'll never see them again.


But little girl had no time to spare,

the world is frightened, in a scare.

There is nowhere to run, nowhere to hide,

As a nuclear bomb fell, she did not live to cry.


Hopefully, this will never happen to us. Let's pray and hope that the dictators that have the nuclear bombs will not be stupid enough to ruin things for everyone.


© Copyright 2006 Cloud night baby (FictionPress ID:435463).


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