October 1962
Missiles from hidden silos,
submarines, ships and aircraft
are ready for war
and the super powers of the east
and west is testing each other.
The world is poised
on the brink,
of eternal death and annihilation.
People see the sun
hanging in a blue sky
and wonder if it will be
the last time
that it will rise,
before suns out of man’s hand
bloom with crimson flame
and white mushroom cloud.
poem by Gert Strydom
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