On The Brink
On the brink of a nuclear holocaust
With the promise
Of assured mutual destruction.
The apes are insane.
Consumed with the madness of paranoia
Tinged with lust for power
As Putin dishes out instruction.
He’d rather wipe out humanity
Turn the planet into ash,
A glowing ember,
Than lose face.
With his hypersonic
Throwing the whole world
Into yet another arms race.
Forget about poverty,
Global warming and biodiversity
We’ll deal with them another day.
This is about pride.
Who cares about the future?
Who cares about the billions?
Who cares at all?
Just cast all sense aside.
We dangle on the brink of oblivion,
Waiting for Putin to bring it on.
Opher – 2.4.2022
I am old enough to have lived through the Cuban Missile Crisis when we hung on the edge of nuclear catastrophe. I remember going into school not knowing if I would live to see home again. Hiding under our desks was never likely to work, was it? All day we listened to the news on our portable trannies. The Russians ducked out at the very last minute. We lived.
I have visited the underground bunkers with all their strategic planning. Places where our masters would sit it out while we fried. They spent billions on them. There were bolt-holes under parliament, Buckinghan Palace and country hall – miles down. They were preparing for the holocaust. The holocaust was very real. Not that they wanted us to really know the extent. We were expendable.
For people like Putin the whole planet is expendable.