At first they thought <br />that on that day <br />the sun had simply, <br />just that once, <br />slept in, due to the stress <br />of shining, being there, <br />on that demanding job. <br /> <br />The elders calmed them, <br />said it was likely that, <br />this giver of all life <br />had missed the call to duty <br />that morning, do not fret. <br /> <br />But by the second day <br />it was apparent, sadly, <br />that two strong men, <br />on continents apart <br />had had a conference <br />where they concluded <br />for the good of man <br />that arsenals would be, <br />as soon as night descended <br />released to show them all. <br /> <br />And then they knew that, <br />it had been futile to <br />be optimistic, <br />and that the sun, <br />that giver of all life <br />would, truly, never ever <br />shine for man again.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bombs/
