What is the price
Of a nation,s dreams
Tangled in barbed wire
Dreams in mushroom clouds
Fly past
Mountains that turn into ashes.
Turn white ,disintegrate
As the earth rumbles
Leaves wither
We have hands on triggers
Self-destruct
Or destroy
Masses of beings
Into burnt cotton wool ...
Or black dust.
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