Days of Holocaust

Allen wrote this poem on March 20, 1992, then re-wrote it on April 6.
There was another verse included in the original draft.
I will include it here.

A very smart man said "Peace sells but who's buyin'?"
And this statement is true, he was not lyin'.
With these weapons of destruction, there surely is a way,
To save everything we have and not let it blow away.

Days of Holocaust


At the push of a button, the earth will disappear,

This brings thoughts of anger, hope and fear.

Technology is the problem, for there is no cure,

Knowledge was the bait, and we took the lure.

Nuclear missles, built to protect ourselves,

But no one thought, It will destroy everything else.


Death and destruction, violence and haste,

How looks the future in this land of waste?

Death on the streets, to those young and old,

The battle of Armageddon, your future will be told.


Competitive militaries, always striving to be the best,

The damage of nuclear winter, we will all lay to rest.

The end is near, but there is nothing we can do,

A brilliant idea, thought up by some fool.

Say your prayers every night before you sleep,

Hide under your bed, and don't make a peep.


Death and destruction, violence and haste,

How looks the future in this land of waste?

Death on the streets, to those young and old,

The battle of Armageddon, your future will be told.


Arms talks spend money, they are for no good.

The leaders just bull-#%*!, not discuss what they should!

The two superpowers, one great and mighty,

Now one is gone, separated and tiny.

The Soviet Union now torn into pieces,

They won't give up arms, give us some reasons!


Death and destruction, violence and haste,

Death stalks the future in this land of waste.

Days of holocaust, war, spreading disease,

When we are gone, radiation reeks in the breeze!


by Allen Ward

April 6, 1992

age 15