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.

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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