Devastation here, my Captain, is the way it’s come to be With preoccupation’s warfare dealt in graphic brevity, Where ******, ****, torture and destruction are the norm And where God, King and country, are expected to conform…. Where chaos is the lynchpin now and hopelessness the key With mankind’s descent to anarchy, supposedly, protecting me, Whence it all becomes miasma as cold reason flees the room And numb panic thumbs the button here, engaging nuclear doom.