I Miss the Cold War
I miss the Cold War:
cloak and dagger; spies;
secret codes;
shorelines bristling with
nukes;
Mutual Assured Destruction
— MAD! —
how cheerful that now
sounds!
I miss the enemy:
that broad-faced mass of
men with sickles
and women with brooms;
black-haired
multitudes in red Mao
jackets;
Young Pioneers; mustachioed
dictators;
reds; pinko commie
sympathizers —
how I miss the old,
predictable adversary!
I miss the Red Phone, the
Black Box,
the Button, the Domino
Theory, bomb shelters,
the constant threat of
nuclear strike.
How safe, how comfortable,
that ungainly
teeter-totter seems from
the darkness
of this new and lonely
perch.
I miss being one of the
good guys,
miss knowing we were right.
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