Poem
Massive rush of adrenaline, and waves roaring
“Nuclear – Free NZ” they shout
Fresh breeze feels amazing on my face
Nuclear protesters
fear that haunts
A huge, black submarine
Gunshots fired in the air
Heart pounding and stress
Coming of the waves
Hello Sulia
I like your poem about New Zealand remaining nuclear free We don ‘t want bombs here, only peace. When you say “fresh breeze feels amazing on my face” it reminds me of when we went to the beach together in the summer.
From KAVA