The conflict in the middle east has stirred memories of the 1960's that are rather disturbing.
Poisonous Mushroom
The spectre of roiling mushrooms haunted the sixties,
overshadowing the lives of teenies and oldies,
municipal responses through civil defence,
because countries took international offence.
Anderson shelters built during World War 2,
kits dug into gardens to protect you,
no Anderson value today if bombs begin to fall,
against the earthquaking fireball.
Lifetimes passed and conflicts came and went,
still no learning a conflict in development,
protagonists different but arguments the same,
they are all right, nobody takes the blame.
Malevolence spreads like Covid 19,
the Zionist sheriff targets where Indians have been,
firing their Gatlings indiscriminately,
to displace first nations brutally.
The innocents suffer the politicians’ plans,
cannon fodder to be buried in the sands
of time lost to all levels of reason,
the depths of humanities treason.
©David L Atkinson October 2024
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