Nuclear-Powered Fear

Poem By Gordon Tseng

</></>They say, to enjoy the modern life, you need nuclear.
Oh, it’s safe and clean so don’t worry, my dear.
But, when encountering the things that happen every hundred years,
They would say, well, there is still something not so sure and clear.

It’s nuclear-powered fear,
Not new but quite near.
It’s nuclear-powered fear,
So nude, so clear.

They say, to make the world developed, you need nuclear,
And, we’ve got enough knowledge and technology, my dear.
But, when tests by Mother Nature bring people some tears,
They would say, well, there is still something we may have to hear.

It’s nuclear-powered fear,
Not new but quite near.
It’s nuclear-powered fear,
So nude, so clear.

There is still something not so sure and clear.
There is still something we may have to hear.
There is still something not so sure and clear.
There is still something we may have to hear.


-from GOD BLESS NOT ONLY AMERICA

Comments about Nuclear-Powered Fear

Thank you! ! Yes, for sure I love this write, I am so glad that I wish we could hold our hands together with all the people that nuclear energy would never want..could we then become strong and win this war.? Naahh we are too small need many more...
clear words clear message clear views.............great writting........hope u comment on my other poems too.....
Excellent poem with a very strong structure. Great sentiments and incredible imagery. Voted 10. Thanks for sharing..... Kindly read and vote my poem 'Abortion' on page 4. Regards Akmal


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