Life On the Mad Wheel
When all the world stood on the edge and a quivering
panicking with the promise of nuclear war
And altogether the enemies kept their positions
built their arsenals to keep on threatening
But no one really knew for sure
and no one knew what for
Everyone building their fallout shelters
in their basements, in their gardens and their souls
duck and cover
detectors and defectors
those rats a scurrying
had everybody running
to the safety of their holes
Still the senseless spreading the paranoia
and their governments will accuse the destroyer
Ideologically divided
all the arguments are forever one-sided
and so humanity never stands together
If we can't resolve this high-flown political problem
with their fingers poised over the war-machines button
global obliteration
yes its got be
the final solution
! Mutually Assured Destruction !
But then there's no one left to spend their cash
no one left to clean up their mess
and there's no one there to save them from
the fallout's radiation when it comes
Round and round the wheel we keep on turning
a different story but its just as menacing
Find an economic solution to the global problem
of controlling the planetary population
Another way to implement segregation
and prove their supremacy to themselves
find another way to turn this paradise into hell
Another way to turn them each and everyone
and make the enemy of themselves
another way to spin it all
and turn them round and around our wheel
But no one really knows for sure
and no one really understands
what the wheel is for
And everyone hears the media sirens warning
danger with fear as the threat is coming
and now you'll need a microscope to see
how invisible ICBM's can really be
With their fingers poised over the war-machines button
Mutually Assured Profit
is now the solution
and everyone believes a needles tip will be
the only way to solve the problem
And now all the lies are calling you for a truce
just to keep you distanced from the truth
as the whole world stands a quivering on the edge
the wheels been turned
and the weapons arsenals have returned
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2022
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