It's Still 1945 / Radiation Poison Doesn't Go Away

 

On
the dark side of a light dream,
how
might we regard ourselves?

coming, going, in-between.
Hell, aye don't know what to tell
any
one
to do.
The instructions are right there,
printed on the side of the can.
May be writ in Nippon tone, but do
your
best,
I'll be your guest
as the sun dips inside the
mushroom cloud of all
our piss'shod shit-linked genocides.
Watch the poor victims scream
as the fuckin fireball incinerates
them and their babies, children.

It's all settled now. Forgive and
forget
the atrocities that made us what we are.
             The Greatest.

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