The radioactive superstar,
heavy, metal, nuclear.
Named after Uranos,
from the greek mythos.

Discovered from Klaproth,
with a wet chemistry method.
Chemistry professor, pharmacist,
multitalented analyst.

In early days used as pigment,
in glass a green fluorescent.
Even photography,
in the beginning a civil discovery.

Uranium is a power core,
opened a double sided door.
Two isotopes, contrary use,
for energy gaining, or military abuse.

Two hundred thirty five,
gives the nuclear plant its drive.
Two hundred thirty eight,
we could the dooms day create.

First time in human history,
we were able to set free,
enough power to destroy the planet,
the beauty we are living at.

We fuel aircraft carrier,
the threats since grow scarier.
Energy wasted for the game of power,
for mighty men in their ivory tower.

It could help the energy transition,
a green optimistic mission.
It would deliver energy,
and set us from nuclear threat free.

Even used as ammunition,
with an armour piercing mission.
To grant a cruel death,
it is radioactive non the less.

Surviving the shot,
cancer, thanks a lot.
A tool of human cruelty,
the use in the worst possibility.

A natural element, beta emitter,
its use mostly bitter.
It could do so much good,
it should be understood.

Power is a dark desire,
and the threat of nuclear weapon fire,
a well fear the cloud shroom,
the symbol of humankinds doom.

Uranium, so much might,
to help and fright,
uncontrolled destruction,
or the base for future construction.