Stop Please!
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Stop the explosions
Do not allow this machine to start
Flattened cities upon impact
Countries laid to waste
No one will escape the heat
the cold
the death
The fires and winds will carry corpses into the sea of space
Bear needs to stop his pawing for stolen earth
The World’s forces must unite
strike before the Sunflowers fall,
Before the ground erupts into a lake of fire.
Is this how the age of Hades begins?
Explosions are music of the era
Women cry over vapors of children before becoming mere vapors themselves.
Youth pick up arms, fight to survive.
The Bear has mutated preternatural horns, and sits upon a throne of fire.
He bellows, commanding his forces to destroy.
The reaper’s scythe is buried in the eye of the Bear, blinded, the creature strikes wildly
If rockets are launched, our lives will be measured in heartbeats
Will we even feel the white wind’s touch
Or hear screams as clear flame dances over skin before sounds become shadows burned into pavement?
What atrocities will the Bear commit before the world cries
No!
Keep the nuclear winters in their silos.
There is no need for this
Let the Sunflowers flourish in the bright sun
They are resilient
Powerful
Dominant
The Reaper will lead Bear to his den
Eternal hibernation is the only recourse
The alternative is madness
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Sue Cook lives in Freeport, Illinois with her husband Randy and two dogs. Her passions include assistance dogs, rescue dogs, music, acting, theater, poetry, and Doctor Who. She’s been in both film and theater and is a regular cast member of the podcast Doctor Who’s Line is it….Anyway? Sue is an advocate for the use of Service Dogs to assist their disabled handlers to maintain their independence. Quigley’s Quest, her first children’s book, addresses how a dog becomes a Service Dog.
