[RhetoricThug]

It's not fair, some nations hoard all earth's doom
Leaving little room for looming boom-boom

Sir Scrooge, we scrounge for scourge
So we too can turn our fists into bombs
Our lawns into tombs

Nuclear friend, pal, buddy
Pass the energy
I shan't use it for nucleus entropy

What's your problem
Why can't you share
Silly Eagle, silly Bear

Eating from the same table, we are
Why so rude
Like a diplomatically immune greedy Jew

Let us play ball too
Put some nukes on my silver spoon
I want to win, not lose

And when the game is over
Our balloons burst
Consider it one world's first
Fallout's curse
Sea to dirt
That is if the worst comes to the worst

If it is so, then off in orbit we must go
For there is plenty of space
Inside USA's moon base

But while we advance
Chimps chomping as champs
I ask
Pass the apocalypse, please
No ticks left on the clock to compete
It's feeding time for our species



NOTE: Alternative ending line- It's feeding time for our affluent elite

-RT

[Americanroyalty]

In the longer term, there are mutations, new varieties of microbes and insects, that might cause still further problems for any human survivors of a nuclear holocaust; and perhaps after a while, when there has been enough time for the recessive mutations to recombine and be expressed, new and horrifying varieties of humans. Most of these mutations, when expressed, would be lethal. A few would not. And then there would be other agonies: the loss of loved ones; the legions of the burned, the blind and the mutilated; disease, plague, long-lived radioactive poisons in the air and water; the threat of tumors and stillbirths and malformed children; the absence of medical care; the hopeless sense of a civilization destroyed for nothing; the knowledge that we could have prevented it and did not.