Ban The Bomb

I feel docile but I'm gonna run eight mile

My stamina on
trial

Diggin deep for a
while with a smile

Can I do
it in style?

Or will I land
in a heap - in a pile

Coughing mucus and bile?



At eleven a.m
say hello to the creme de la creme

Then again, I'm in need of a friend

When we start and I blend on a track with no
end

Into hundreds who run
like to run is the trend

And
to walk is to be round the bend

Yes I'm slow but not out to offend!



Then remembering why I'm not shy to apply

Even though I'm a guy you
could call a small fry

Gonna
try til I cry

For the folk
who live little and die

When
the governments lie

And
landmines in their fields blow their bones to the sky

And for those left who try to deny

Greeting new plastic limbs
with a sigh.