Everyone's armed with a gun and a shield;
Some are doubly insane to dual wield;
The phobia's enacted, searching whom to trust and whom to not;
While with each second passing, earth Terra-forming into a boiling pot;
As long as anything helps;
No One cares about the earth's yelps;
What is the use of being in the group of best nations;
when it's backstabbing in the name of collaborations ;
To take a united action we debate and bicker ;
No One worrying about the Earth's Candle flicker;
As long as we continue using our fore finger;
Our doomsday countdown will continue to linger;
Our personal interest makes us a species of glitch;
I guess Extinction is the only way to turn off our switch;
Cheers to a Nuclear smitten Future!
