SandScript 2020

Atomic Prosperity
Reno Roethle
The doomsday clock ticks down to midnight and
the government thinks you should know. Heaps of uranium
sit in cooling tanks; without electricity, they’ll melt. T.V. broadcasts
its message, they can reach everyone, to make sure you know to be
afraid. A reactor exploded in Ukraine, but it’s safe to breath, that’s not what you
should fear. Meltdowns are secure, reactor life extensions; economical. Nuclear
decay, in decaying facilities. Fear the despot in his desert palace, who keeps his
people from the brink of chaos. Fear the idea of peace, which works
against our bottom line, but don’t worry about the poison air.
We have
enemies
that you
must be
aware of,
without
them you’d
be free.
Our missiles are pointed
at their
cities,
but they
are bad
people.
Mutually
assured
destruction
keeps the Peace.
When rockets trace the blue, we hold hell in our pockets, in the megaton range.
On the trigger is Dead Man’s rotting Hand. We can scorch the earth, and in fact, it’s policy;
to burn everyone, piece by piece for peace. Titan, Polaris, Trident, Satan, and Topol all stand ready to
annihilate...as the guardians of peace.
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