Sounds that play repeatedly, triggering East and West
The slow nursery rhyme, or disembodied voice calling
Announces an urgent message sent, wars begin again
The Warsaw Pact is confused and disinterested in war
But NATO waits upon every signal, walls are falling
In the Fulda Gap is an emergency Warsaw Pact reply
The Steel beasts grind through land made for invasion
There are actions by units, still they must wait on help
And aloft go locusts, hovering and firing their stingers
Then the battlefield erupts, with dial a yield weaponry
And by their own hands humans created Armageddon
Survivors grieve the desire to slaughter, destroy others
Bodies broken by war, radiation, biological pestilence
Litter the land around borders, rotting, and marking
The borders are nearly impassible, from radiation
The dead are envied by the living who did not die
They will not worry long, as the echoes of war
Will ever linger where nothing can survive
