21 December 2012,18:00

21 December 2012,18:00

A Poem by Tierney Heilman

A setting sun, a rising moon,

Air thick with definite doom.

The sting of a mighty iron beast,

Rings through the sky without cease.

The day has come,

The newspapers read,

The day humanity,

suffers fatal bloodshed.

                  

And once I was told,

That when so many hold

An iron fist,

Peace cannot exist.

No chance anymore,

Fate is knocking on the door.

When the device is dropped

We will know,

Our certain end cannot be stopped.

 

© 2012 Tierney Heilman


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Tierney Heilman
Tierney Heilman

Portland, OR



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