the incident

the incident

A Poem by delapruch
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na.

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tomorrow

all the hackers fed up with the way that

the empire has been dealing with the people on this planet

combine their skills

in order to break into the most secret of databases,

that which controls the release of our nuclear onslaught,

meant for whatever nation or people

ends up picking the shortest straw or making the

biggest mistake in our eyes,

as we still control the world with

nothing more than might. 

 

those taking control of the nukes

do not work for any government or agency or

terrorist group,

instead, they act on their own &

they act out of desperation,

feeling that this empire’s ability to command all others on the planet

to do its bidding

will inevitably lead to the end of all life on the

planet,

as a result of a domino effect of nuclear attacks

from country to country

wherein all those that have them

will release them on someone else &

we will all be incinerated in moments.

 

when the nukes of the empire are maneuvered so that

they are now aimed at the sites where other nukes are hidden

all across the empire,

a button is pushed

without the knowledge of those who thought that they had control

of all the knowledge &

suddenly the baton of the big bad bully

is knocked from its hands.

 

this incident could have been prevented

if the people of the empire stopped listening to those that run it &

instead, began to listen to those who are been suffocated, oppressed &

strangled for it.

 

empires have come & empires have gone,

one way or another---

will we learn from the mistakes of the past or will we

repeat it with incomparable destruction?

 

 

 

 

 

the storm is coming.

© 2012 delapruch


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delapruch
delapruch

nothingville, NY



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Bio: The writer we call delapruch has been writing since infancy. His first piece was scrawled on the inside of his mother’s womb. Long since published, the rights now reside in the hands o.. more..