Something has to happen soon
Or we will all die waiting
And that will be it--
We'll be the nothing
That happened while we waited.
Check the news again for me.
Any reports of missiles?
Little, blue-ceilinged
Room furnished in browns and greens,
What can you say for yourself
While we wander around you
In our small conveyances
Trying to pretend we aren't
Under house arrest?
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