Nuclear Warfare

Nuclear warfare?... 

Nuclear warfare,
the storm's on the brink,
How will it happen?
Where will you sink?
When the tidal wave of war crashes from the sea,
What’s the first thought?
Kids and my partner, gotta be. 

Holdin' hands as we vanish in the mist,
End the war,
nuclear warheads,
clenched fists.
UK next,
for aiding Ukraine’s fight,
Keir Starmer’s lies,
truth in the night. 

Are we blind,
do we not crave peace?
Where’s our gas masks,
our prep,
our release?
Russians trainin' kids,
war camps like the past,
Nations bunkered up,
food shelves amassed. 

Why so lax when Putin’s got his sights,
Britain first,
before America’s lights.
Putin’s a madman,
a beast unchained,
Won’t hesitate,
red button’s his game. 

Putin’s a tyrant,
a dragon with fire,
Spreading terror,
his only desire.
Flick of his wrist,
chaos ignites,
World War 3,
he’s ready for the fight. 

He’s a puppet master,
strings in his grip,
Pulling the world into his dark trip.
A madman’s dream,
a nightmare’s birth,
Obliterate him,
save the earth. 

A shadow king,
with a crown of dread,
His empire built on the bloodshed.
Strike at dawn,
end his reign,
Before his terror spreads again. 

He’s a storm cloud,
darkening the sky,
With every threat,
another lie.
Crush the tyrant,
break his spell,
Before he drags us all to hell. 

Take him out,
before doomsday’s call,
Before the world crumbles,
before we fall.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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