After the Bombs (Hiroshima Day Song)

AFTER THE BOMBS
(AFTER THE BALL)
*
After the bombs have fallen
After the final blast
There’ll be no cry or whimper
A poor sort of peace, at last.

Whether they’re dropped by drones
or boys who still love their moms
Death will descend on the planet
After the bombs.
*
There’ll be no laughing baby
There’ll be no rustling trees;
Little cockroaches, maybe,
Hunting for bits of cheese.

All will be black as night here
There’ll be no songs or psalms
Stillness and darkness and blight here
After the bombs.
*
While there are birds and sunshine,
While we still have a choice,
Let’s banish nuclear bombs, now,
Won’t you lend peace your voice?

Before the bombs have fallen
Before the night descends
Can’t we decide all together,
Here’s where the madness ends?

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