It seems we are heading
For something bad in near future
Nations are not in a mood to compromise
On any matter of survival and talk in anger
There are many groups
With different opinions and conceptions
On matters of survival of the world
Not to agree with each other has become a fashion
Every second there is a fear
For a nuclear war and we are living at the edge
This beautiful world with its creatures
Will be destroyed and become a heap of garbage
There is no leader at present
To think of the world with charisma and grace
To make the world free from nuclear
Warheads and make it again a beautiful place
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