A Nursery
Rhyme for Children in a Nuclear War
One. Two. Three. They came for me.
Four. Five. Six. The land can’t be fixed.
Seven. Eight. Nine. They said the children would be fine.
Ten. I’m too old. Bombs were here. Parents are dead. There
is no a chance for a new world; don’t listen to what they say.
Love the contrast of form and content!
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