Shooting at Nukes

So your government says today

That it ain't safe for your children to go outside and play

So you sit them down,

give them the talk,

That reality is too harsh

And TV's where its at

And an artificial glow fills their eyes

Too bad it ain't the sun.

So your government thought you knew

That your water is contaminated and will probably kill you

So you shut off your tap,

Open your nice cold fridge,

And crack the lid of a Dasani

Which is filled to the brim

With the same stuff you were about to ingest 

Just a few short moments ago.

So your government has some breaking news

That the reds are attacking, and it is not a good time to be blue. 

So you gather your children,

And huddle in your home,

Listening to passing jets

As they drop bombs

Onto the house of your neighbor just down the street,

Who was on vacation.

So your government has something to tell

That you need to be patient while they turn your life into a private hell

So you sit by your table,

Piles of taxes on your floor,

With red eyes and despair

And an empty bank account

And an empty fridge, house, garage, and no more time

To pay for your torture

So your government wants you to stay put

That even though life is hard, things will be much, much better

So you grab your gun,

Gather fellows and friends,

Run into the streets, torches alit!

The mob forms from all corners

The government can only shoot at nukes for so long,

before they all go off.