In the fleeting half life,
Of an after image from a flash,
A vision,
A man who has the power,
His finger on the button,
On the other side of the world,
Others awaiting death and destruction.
In other places,
Different buttons,
Different fingers,
Still after so many conflicts, so many deaths,
Unfounded suspicions,
Insanity lingers.
Death, in the shape of bony fingers poised,
Ready to push,
Should diplomacy fail,
Listen….Shush….
Is this the eerie quiet before the storm?
Or, can we really ride the white water,
Make peace the norm?
We better hope that we can,
Or it could mean the end of days,
The end for man!