AFTER THE MUSHROOM CLOUD

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AFTER THE MUSHROOM CLOUD

After the mushroom clouds

and the shadows on the stone

the world was not the same.

Where next? whispered the wind.

The mills of war turned,

the bombs multiplied

and children died.

And Don Quixote mounted his nag

and Sanch Panza his donkey.

Mad, quite mad, deemed the world,

but the madness spread

and people walked in hope

and hopelessness,

while the windmills ground out

napalm and agent orange.

Thousands of Don Quixotes

raised peaceful lances,

and Sancho Panza slept

on school floors

and cleaned the road

of orange peel and eggshells,

but the windmills kept on turning

and the children burning.