THE BOMB
Will there be a tomorrow
Will the sun shine again,
Will there be blue skies
Or just darkness and pain,
Which of the top powers
Will it come from.
Who’ll have the pleasure
Of dropping the bomb,
Will it be Russia,
Could be even India
Even America could
Give us the darkness and pain.
When will we see
That spectacular sight,
The beautiful orange mushroom
Could it be tonight,
Won’t it make a pretty sight
Corpses lying everywhere,
The land bloody red
And the planet plunged in despair.
So make up your mind now
Decide your fate,
‘Cause even tomorrow
Could be too late.
