Nuclear Winter

Guns have been loaded,
The die has been cast;
Our sons and daughters,
Will soon breathe their last.

Minute-man silos will spit out their hate;
We could escape to the moon,
But it's fifty years too late.

  Winter is coming;
  Spring will not return;
  Sooner or later,
  The whole world will burn.

Cities on fire, death on the wind;
Total destruction, nothing left to defend.
Tear it all down, annihilation delay;
Allow our children at least one more day.

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