Echoes of Peace-Poetry in the Shadow of Nuclear Times
Reflecting on humanity's path from darkness to harmony
The ability to turn paradise into hell resides in the depths of darkness, where murmurs reside.
The nuclear option, a sword with two sides,
Someone to be reckoned with, a planet to debase.
As dread of mushrooms fills the air,
Screams of terror, becoming closer by the second.
Screams of Nagasaki and Hiroshima reveal the foolishness and ultimate evil.
Still, a glimmer of optimism among the fears,
A desire for tranquility, a means of survival.
After all, in the embrace of ashes, Humanity longs for a more leisurely pace.
We must not be ruled by our weapons, but by the knowledge of our hearts and the bravery that is inherent in us.
Through conversation and mutual understanding, We can overcome any obstacle.
Because a quiet determination to settle the score is more effective than a resounding yell in winning peace.
To put down weapons, welcome the enemy, and, together, allow compassion to blossom.
For this reason, let us make it our mission to create a world where peace is ever-present.
Where nuclear winter will end and peace will reign for all time.
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Dr. Jason Benskin
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What a great poem!! Also, I bit intense to read after the last 24 hours I just had As a side note, I thought you'd find this article about my pseudonym interesting https://vocal.media/serve/why-the-atomic-historian
It does get cold out there. A poem of hope.
This was deep.