Sandy Nukes By Rick Marriner |
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You might invite the night despite the cold. Within the din, begin to gin the bold. The ores are yours the lore's are bores it's old. Make war no more forewarned is as foretold. |
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Author's Note |
This is a poem in iambic monometer pleading with Pakistan and India to cease their newly found arms race and end this historical rivalry. |
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