America is becoming an immense arsenal, inside of which there will be nothing. Not a people but an emptiness, an arsenal of nothingness. While our real strengths, compassion and equality, defer to paranoia-- misguided perceptions of the perceived panacea that is militarization. If we continue a policy of guns before butter, neglecting the needy and oppressed in our society; perhaps in the vast repository of bombs, deep in the subterranean chambers of our missile fields, someone in that cavernous silence will remember a poem and recite it. Maybe a young soldier will hum a tune of tolerance and others will join in-- a chorus of hope and equality echoing ever louder, until it becomes a crescendo of love and compassion-- in time to prevent the carnage as the doomsday clock ticks closer to chaos. When billowing mushrooms from spent warheads transform existence to emptiness-- where oblivion resides.