Armageddon X 7

Lest we forget scorched earth policies,
Of megaton and hydrogen,
And taut muscle of an armory that flexes,
To show the world we mean business!
It's all smiles and handshakes,
But who moves to disarm.
Radium, uranium -
One more isotope to add the collection.
That's gonna eat us even more,
When there's ashes to remind us.
The age of outrage
Has been reasoned into submission.
And cries for peace
Are no longer in fashion.
I wonder if we'll see the point
Through cataracted eyes.
Or draw breath from irradiated lungs,
And sigh as we exit times seven.