'' It's Goodbye To The Human Race '' Poem by Bri Mar

If you fight to defend,
Can you fire first?
Or will you be filled with regret,
Will the message you send,
Quench your thirst,
Will it actually subdue the threat?

We are on the verge,
Of a nuclear war,
Due to a maniac out of control,
What will emerge.
The chosen few will abhor,
While they disappear into their hole.

While his people die,
For a meal and a drink,
He lives the life of a billionaire,
Don't dare decry,
Or even blink,
For the people, he just doesn't care.

The money for arms,
Is a bottomless pit,
Provided by those he detests,
Forced to worship his charms?
Lest they take a hit,
To him they are nothing but pests.

For all his sins,
We need to talk,
This madness we need to abate,
In war no-one wins,
We need to take stock,
I mean now, before it's too late.

As Armageddon, draws near,
Two fools make a stand,
Is our extinction is about to take place,
In their bunkers held dear,
Their safety's well planned,

‘' It's Goodbye To The Human Race ‘'