What good is the sanctity of life
at the end of the world?
What good is calling something "scared"
when the bombs start to whirl?
Why call a holy place, "holy"
when those that praise there
lie dead all around
decomposing in the toxic air.
It's the end of the world, boys
Pull yourself up by your own straps
and leave the choices to a men who call themselves gods
We won't survive this, but then, perhaps.