But if this one percent is the fear of a nuclear war,
That may kill millions of innocent humans,
And billions of animals,
That will make the earth a barren land,
That will be source of spreading radio activity up to thousand miles,
We cannot ignore this one percent.
The dirty politics and cruel nationalism,
Does not allow us to accept the ground realities!
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