Air is thick with dust, far too hard to breathe.
It will build a crust, and hypoxia's sheathe.
Useless cry for aid, no one in the mist.
Corpses strewn and frayed, that the white flash kissed.
Quite the deed we've done, splitting morning's haze.
Brighter than the sun, setting stone ablaze.
Hundred Thousand dead, they've been vaporized.
Mission full success, power exercised.
Flash in the sky, shadows on the wall
Where is the reward, sense in bombing all
Just for power's lust. playing chess with meat
How do you convert, bodies into yield
Sand has turned to glass, tears will fall like rain.
Slight increase in brass, for a life in vain.
Flesh falls off the bone, doctors powerless.
Where the ray has shone, only wounds to dress.
For those who survived, future has turned bleak
Bodies twist and writhe, as they drip and leak.
The catastrophe, unfolds on TV
Progress' ugly feat, for humanity
Flash in the sky, shadows on the wall
Where is the reward, sense in bombing all
Just for power's lust. playing chess with meat
How do you convert, bodies into yield