If There Be A Third World War

If another war breaks out

no one may survive

to watch

the white front of the moon

that is often so fascinating

and to sit in pleasant warmth

of the sunshine

or be captivated by the vastness

of an unmoving glossy ocean

under a starlit stilly night.

The clear blue skies will glow

through the mist and rains,

seasons may come and go

but no singer or a poet

to glorify them and also

the gleam from the moon

glancing off the ruffled lakes.

Mother shall be lonesome

gases hover on her

the hounds of disease wander

living will be

worse than dying

if a nuclear war breaks.