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