Can’t have wars when we’re all dying of nuclear fallout and/or nuclear explosion

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pools singing at night, And wild plum trees in tremulous white; Robins will wear their feathery fire, Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire; And not one will know of the war, not one will care at last when it is done. Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree, If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn Would scarcely know that we were gone.

“The war to end war” (also “The war to end all wars”;[1] originally from the 1914 book The War That Will End War by H. G. Wells) is a term for the First World War of 1914–1918. Originally an idealistic slogan, it is now mainly used sardonically,[2] since not only was the First World War not history’s final war, but its aftermath also indirectly contributed to the outbreak of the even more devastating Second World War.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_war_to_end_war