Down in the depths of the ocean,
a man has made a decision,
so another pushes a button,
and then we’re gone.
The air will be hot and white,
trains toppling from their rails like toddler’s toys,
cars crumpling and colliding as houses slide down into piles of rubble,
melting like butter.
We’ve gone over this before.
War is just child’s play for the rich,
and we are the soldiers in their simulated game.
It has never mattered if we survived,
it always matters that their egos do.