One levels a city,
Ten-thousand destroys the world.
There can be no pity
When horrible threats are hurled.
There can be no caving,
No concessions on this front.
So let's get to saving-
Eh... Nah **** it, I'll be blunt:
If we don't disarm, we die.
Not a matter of if, but when;
The time to make peace is nigh,
Take your SALT and pick up your pen!
In a world gone MAD, have some common sense;
"An eye for an eye" is not a defense.
Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 12:54 PM UTC
One levels a city,
Ten-thousand destroys the world.
There can be no pity
When horrible threats are hurled.
There can be no caving,
No concessions on this front.
So let's get to saving-
Eh... Nah **** it, I'll be blunt:
If we don't disarm, we die.
Not a matter of if, but when;
The time to make peace is nigh,
Take your SALT and pick up your pen!
In a world gone MAD, have some common sense;
"An eye for an eye" is not a defense.
SALT I and II were nuclear limitation treaties, and MAD is an abbreviation for Mutually Assured Destruction. I understand the need for deterrence, but there is not enough talks to disarm and reduce and eliminate countries' nuclear arsenals. This WILL **** us if we don't act, and there's no time like the present.
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