It's time for the stick!
I heard a stooge say
It's what they understand
We must treat them this way.
Who talks like that, with a lung full of lies
We are the mighty
Bend or goodbye.
On the highway many will go
Talking rubbish as if they know
I followed a thread on nuclear war
Plenty say, "it's not that bad"
The nuclear winter was only a fad
Science has proved it stays localised
I guess they proved that in the Marshall Islands
To the natives surprise
Told them "don't worry"
We take your blood and have your vitals read
Testing them like guinea pigs until the day they dropped dead
With demented perversity they marked some cheer
Naming a sexy new swimwear after the south Sea paradise they nuked without fear
I really struggle to see the gain we carry the cross and deliver such pain.
Beware of the leaven which is hypocrisy God save us from this evil disease.
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Where the lungs filled with truth now being -'rona-ised, and that nuclear shadow heats up from a not too-forgotten Cold War. We were in Kiribati a few years back and now much of it has been swallowed by the sea. Truly the leaven that is hypocrisy is a grand delusion that besets humanity.
Good write👌
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