A lonely teenage daydream

Of things that I might have been

A surreal kind of thinking

Keeps drifting in on me

The Remington Electric

Im banging on its keys

The words appear before me

Their meanings guaranteed

A foreboding gloom upon us

Of death ribbons and bows

A gift to our generation from

the men who have gone before

My twisted body is lifeless

Not so their twisted minds

Peace through power is their motto

Power through peace is their crime

A sadistic smile spreads across my face

Amid my mournful wail

For although they killed a world

Their fate was also sealed