The Sun rose, bloomed

its broken beams broke on lifeless trees.

Miserable Individuals cursed the dirt-

and the disease-

and the heat-

and the sweat-

Every one woke with that lurch in their stomachs-

Or taunt and stiff throats,

Already crying for those they don’t know.

New orders had come,

The notes of an ancient song,

To liberate them all,

With the drop of a bomb.

The generals sat in the president’s lap,

As he told them stories of how it will be,

The world we’ve created (he says)

will be one for the ages,

Only the end of the Earth

could bring to it changes.

And the maps were discarded with no enemies to conquer,

And the people were left with no hope but death,

The buttons were pressed, the codes inserted,

And a cheer went round, though none too loud,

For the State’s orgasim, a mushroom cloud.