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
Don’t you know this will never do

On a map this veer in the road
I’d like to see
This veer in the road:
The uranium century

Look at yourselves, ye beings
Stepping from branch to angel
With waxen wings t’ward the sun
Saying, “this is the only way to fly.?br>
I’d 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