plaster of paris
The very essence of the human,
Classed as **** Sapiens,
With hopes to save our troubled world,
For generations of boys and girls,
The lemmings never seem to listen,
Is self-destruction our human mission?
Australia sells them our uranium,
We are the global rogue nation,
The stand-off of nuclear weapons,
No one wants to push the first button,
Still, we ain't dead yet,
Disarming the world would be a better get,
No lemmings ever seem to listen,
Is eidetic obliteration our true mission?
— The End —