Nuclear

How wonderful & strange it is
Faces of a human race
Deciding who will pull the reins
In the game, the desire to play God?

Thoughtful hearts will guide the world
Health will not be bought and sold
Trusting that the harmony
Will resolve, the discord

We are not skin and bone
We are the fuel that turns
Every star that burns
Unamused by illusions of time

You will be the first to find
Last one standing in the line
Before willing, not in mind,
But inside there’s a change of the heart.

Maybe its inherent to?
Chaos means to improvise
Illusions of social game
Casting out, deepening the divide.

We are not skin and bone
We are the fuel that turns
Every star that burns
Unamused by illusions of time
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