Lest we forget scorched earth policies, of megaton and hydrogen, and =
Taut muscle of an armory that flexes, to show the world we mean =
Business!
It’s all smiles and handshakes, but who moves to disarm.
We’ve cheapened time and evolution.
To be violently erased is non — fiction.
Those summits and peace treaties are just worthless words.
It’s all smiles and handshakes, but who moves to disarm.
Radium, Uranium — one more isotope to add the collection.
The age of outrage has been reasoned into submission.
And cries for peace are no longer in fashion.
I wonder if we’ll see the point through cataracted eyes.
Or draw breath from irradiated lungs, and sigh as we exit times =
Seven.