What kind of world do you enjoy

A world you helped to build

Or a world you helped to destroy


What kind of remembrance is there

Marching past past past our glory

Parades through the streets each year


What else is there to life that brings joy

Only hope hope hope is our quarry

What next our economies seek to employ


When we need not run from every scare

Even when we tell our scariest story

Shining light light light upon our fears


New discoveries will make us all aware

Still in our orbs we live so round and safe

Glowing bright bright bright like a star