Mrs Tibbets

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 yourselves 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 yourselves 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