Armageddon X 7

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 to 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 seven times