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.
radium, uranium -
one more isotope to add the collection.
that´s gonna eat us even more,
when there´s ashes to remind us.
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.