Manhattan in New Mexico,
in Nineteen Forty Five.
The crowd would wait with baited breath,
to see who would arrive.
When Fatman hit the dance floor,
we heard his favourite song.
The audience stood watching him
were 70,000 strong.
The club was shut to visitors
for 60 years or more.
Yet millions died whilst locked outside
the nuclear stage door.
The "peace" the Fatman brought us
is drowned in mother's tears.
So naive and self-righteous,
a smokescreen through the years.
A hollow cold war victory,
an unseen nine eleven.
A big discount, a wholesale price
So choose your war on CNN,
live bloodshed everyday.
"It's OK 'cos they're strangers
and a long, long way away".
A Nobel peace prize every year,
sleep safely in your bed.
A worldwide postcode lottery,
click click and BANG YOU'RE DEAD!!
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