4th grade me, beneath my desk
My teacher made me do it
Parents never told me why
But deep inside I knew it

Time passed by, no bombs were launched
And everything seemed fine
Shelters built beneath backyards
Got filled with vintage wine

I wonder what the damage is
Remaining in my brain
Waiting for a nuke to drop
Can drive a child insane

Booming babies everywhere
Whose minds were blown in youth
Now decide the future fates
Of young and long of tooth

I can’t sit and watch my world
Be turned into a crater
I’ll be underneath my desk
Just hold my calls till later

Jeff Burkhart’s “Rhyme and Reason”
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