Precipice

Some of us have bought the privilege to blow up the world
Super rockets that can save us in the mind
Though chaos blooms as flowers often do
Some of us have hearts that will never soften through

Retaliation, a general steps out on to the bridge
With five trendy nukes ready to fly
He waves and he screams for his life
He has never felt so alive

The rest of the world retreats and hides
takes their families and heads for the countryside
Passing riot police and large groups of detained people
Soldiers observing everything and everyone

On their way trampled flags are picked up
empty gardens are trodden
abandoned restaurants are plundered
old ideas and morals remembered and forgotten

Lost in the suburbs on the precipice of the apocalypse
No public transport just a soft spring breeze