Poem About Nuclear Weapons Written Possibly Before I Knew What Nuclear Weapons Were

NO-ONE RECALLS THAT FATEFUL DAY

WHEN, NOT FROM WATER, WOOD, OR CLAY

THE NUCLEAR MISSILES FROM THEIR BIRTH

HAVE TERRERIZED THE EARTH

OUR PRECIOUS LIVES SWING LEFT AND RIGHT

NOBODY CARES WHO'S WRONG OR RIGHT

THE DESPERATE STRUGGLE OF THE LIVES

OF HUSBANDS, CHILDEN, WIVES

ALL WE DO IS SCREAM AND PROTEST

THE DAY WILL COME WHEN THESE MISSILES ARE PUT TO THE TEST

 

 Happy National Poetry Day! 

 Despite growing up during the Cold War I've no memory of actually ever being particularly scared of a nuclear winter (although I was definitely enjoying the work of artists who were). I can't think of anything else I wrote for school in block capitals either, so this is certainly an outlier. Is it a spoof? I normally only used block caps for comedy. So now I think about it, it might have been a spoof. But then why was it marked? And what kind of corrections are those anyway? No idea what year. I just found it loose in the box. Yes, now I've been living in Notting Hill for a whole year it's time once again to start sorting through the boxes and make sure I just keep the good stuff. 

 Like this:

A small sad sausage sat beside a spider.