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 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