I Am Afraid Of A Day

I am not afraid of a day, when with tears in my eyes, and pains in my heart, my right hand on my head, looking down at my feet, shall ask my conscience, as to why its grip on my brain, was so much weak, that it could not stop me from committinga crime to the humans. I am afraid of a day, when I shall only listen to a deadly sound, and face a temperature that can melt iron. When my descendant with tears in his eyes, burn marks on his entire body, with both his hands on his head, breathing anyhow in the smokes, searching at the skies if the sun has appeared, praying for the clouds and the rains, sadly looking at the skeletons of the dead animals, lying in the dried brown crops that are green now, asking the historians, as to why the grip of conscience was so much weak, that it could not stop his ascendants , from raging a nuclear war!