Poetry ...1980 By Mike Watts

It was the Yanks And Russians That frightened me Winding each other up Constantly It bothered me More than girls Or acne I remember A documentary On the telly A reconstruction Of a nuclear Explosion So many megaton' An entire city Gone In a flash Millions of people Reduced to ash And those that survived Soon wishing they'd fried With the others It's wrong But I honestly thought I'd be dead and gone Before I reached Twenty That's what it Was like for me As a fourteen Year old In 1980.

Copyright Mike Watts 2009

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