Blinkered against the harsh and raging sun
They said, divert your gaze: don't look behind
It was time, they said, to do that thing;
Mindful, they, of peace and peace of mind
Don't feel bad, they said, about the numbers
Don't feel bad about the melting heat
The burning flesh, the soft white cell demise
And the shattered ground beneath the trembling feet
Mrs. Tibbets' little boy
August morning silence breaks
Eyes to heaven, Manhattan toy
Drops in for tea and Eccles cake
All for the good and ultimately
Saving precious lives in longer run
Set a course for home and happy holidays;
Tell yourself thank God what's done is done
Mrs. Tibbets' little boy
August morning silence breaks
Eyes to heaven, Manhattan toy
Drops in for tea and Eccles cake
Maybe if Lot had stopped and stood his ground
And maybe if Peter hadn't turned away
What if that Judas stole no kiss?
What if, what if, Enola Gay?
Mrs. Tibbets' little boy
August morning silence breaks
Eyes to heaven, Manhattan toy
Drops in for tea and Eccles cake
Have yourself a merry little Christmas;
Open parcels, gifts of different kind
A bigger bang will call for bigger bucks
So pay the ransom, don't look behind
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