phobos

Bled every nation to stake your salvation
and now you turn your guns on us
weapons of desructon await your instructions
to turn all that's sacred to dust
the nuclear power grows stronger by the hour
and their trigger fingers can't rest
their power ingulfs them their hatred dissolves them
they've strategically failed their own test
among all the rubble the face of the trouble
the people want action not trust
their terror still lingers they rise from the cinders
their voice cries vengance is a must

I wrote that two years ago and now it finally makes sense