The Nuclear Garden | The Eyes of Argus

PAUL PICKERING
Argus 1980

The grass grows green, the sun burns bright,
Millions of children play in the light.
The grass turns brown, the sunlight fades,
the children disappear.

The grass is dead, the sun dies too,
The world is lit with atomic hue.
The sun now shines in an airless void,
The bright green planet is destroyed.
For man in greed, in lust for power,
Has dared to pick the atomic flower.

Argus

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