This was a poem I wrote before the cold war ended.
It Would Have Been the Best Day of My Life
It was the best day of my life, at least that's how it started.
No worries in my head; all troubles disregarded.
The music played loud as we danced all about,
and when my friend yelled, "Let's Party", all the spirit came out.
We were all excited and turned it up louder.
Celebrating our teams first victory; we had never been prouder.
When the music was turned off the television went on,
and when the United States President spoke, all of our thrill was gone.
He talked about things that were hard to pronounce;
As he stood there in horror and tried to announce.
He said Russia entered Britain and started to battle.
He rushed back to D.C. when he heard the news in Seattle.
Great Britian's our allies and in this battle they won't succeed;
the U. S. will have to give them all the help they will need.
Great Britian has always helped us here and there and back,
and now in there time of struggle, nuclear war will be our means off attack.
When the President went off the air, warning signals of safety went under way.
We all looked around at each other with the thought of mankind's last day.
Forget the U.S. Army; be all that you can be.
That branch can't save us now; this is world War III.
We all went outside to watch our missiles launch to the sky;
for when the bombs lift off we knew it would be an hour before we die.
Crowds of people went by the house to find the safest place to stay;
people screaming and running in panic, worried about their dying day.
Then I heard a high pitched whistling sound which meant impact was soon to come.
I know there's not much hope for us now, but yet I hope there's some.
Then I heard a crash that had to be the world's loudest sound;
also the world's worst earthquake as I felt it shake the ground.
Then I saw a mushroom shaped cloud that towered as high as the eye could see,
and then I felt the heat on my face that crisped as bad as the third degree.
Then I looked around myself to see if anyone had survived.
I found the ones who were not dead were like me, barely alive.
With burns and bruises on myself all I could do was pray
I wondered about the future now as my life slowly faded away.
Of course this story isn't true but someday it just might be.
If the world doesn't wise up soon, you too will be like me.
By Dream Weaver~O^O~
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