Uranium Century

Look at yourselves, ye people



Fighting on like children



With crafts forgotten in your limbs



Why not turn your hands to them







Look at yourselves, ye nations



Warring on like hostiles



With your world in your palms



Dont you know this will never do







On a map this veer in the road



Id like to see



This veer in the road:



The uranium century







Look at yourselves, ye beings



Stepping from branch to angel



With waxen wings tward the sun



Saying, this is the only way to fly.? br>



Id like to know which mushroom



It will be



The lightning shows



The uranium century







Shadows of shadows on a wall



Is all I see



This star above the wall:



The uranium century