The Bomb

Fireworks
like a million
sparkling fireflies
smash into
the midnight sky

unknowns
unfold before
my eyes
uncertain tears
i cry
holding these
nervous twitches
so deep inside

so close
this D-Day comes
to which
scaping country
shall I be forced to run

into the arms
of a natural north
or the
shining bright
lights
of the cities
and mighty
americanized
pity?

I just don't know
which way
this wind will blow
but
I'll let you know