gadget.....boom
little boy....boom
fatman.....boom
tnt-ww2, so many
dead peaples, all
laying in a row, the
lord from above sheads
his tears, as the sky
tropers dropp a mega
bomb, on the citys homes,
cant we all get along, the
children scream, no says
the devel, for with out the
bombs, there would be
no peace.......

DAVID GERARDINO

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cant-we-all-get-along3/