Under the Sun of Atoms

I am the one
Who hopes and dream
For a mushroom-less
Cloud.

Where has the sun gone?
It has hitched a ride
To anywhere
Anywhere but here.

Love has left us
But hate was glad
To take its place
Among the living

I see through the lies
And I look past the hate
But sadly enough
I see a vast wasteland

Nothing growing
Nothing surviving
We are dead.

We live vicariously
As whole nations
Kill themselves
And we bring the wine

We bring the cheer and hope
Hope to god they kill each other
We will be the only one’s left
So no one can be worse than us

Which is worse?
To live in truth and poverty
Or to live in houses
Ignorant of struggle and oppression

No sun
No rain
Just fog.

The sun is over the horizon
It is blood
People have died last night
And I can guess who won

They cheer in the streets
Like we went to the moon
We just went a block away
And destroyed breath

And air
And life
And now death.