This poem is dedicated to the book and 1938 radio broadcast of The War of the Worlds by H.G. Wells. It is a terrorist and war poem.
Americans favorite shows all tuned,
Network special news report.
Original programs now resumed,
Tensions build outside New York.
Helicopters fill the sky lined night,
Emergency broadcast systems sound,
Rising chaos, no threats in sight,
All towns quiet, Lady Liberty's down.
Live feeds indicate aerial assault.
Initial reports of alien attacks.
Elastic city's news at fault,
Neighbors crazed, lack of facts.
All seems hopeless, so unreal.
Television programs all are norm.
Terrible bursts of glass and steel?
Another nightmare terrorist storm?
Choreographed illusions to rational folks,
Kept confused through theatrical hoax.
Copyright © November 2009
Kevin Mooney
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