Another day,
Another dollar,
Spent on things
To **** us all.

Mass destruction
Made
By mass production.
How much is enough?

A bomb to **** the earth,
but who's hands
are the wrong hands?

Can you ever
truly
know?

Invent our doom
To set it aside
an gather dust?

No, There is something else
On their minds.

A secret,
But we won't be let in.
Left to watch them
Whisper.