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