IN MEMORIAM: AUGUST 6, 1945  (c) 2/13/93 by Bob Hirschfeld
 
Oh, Dear! What can the Matter be?
Depends, says Einstein, on its velocity.
Mass, he opined, is converted to energy.
Nuclear warfare ain't fair.
 
They tested his theory with a bit of Uranium
And utter destruction emerged from his cranium
Flushed the Second World War, right down the drain, but then,
Nuclear warfare ain't fair.
 
Oh, Dear! What can the Matter be?
Protons and Neutrons, Electrons all flying free,
Exceed critical mass, and the Devil himself may we see
Nuclear warfare ain't fair.
 
They named the first two, the Fat Man and Little Boy
Hiroshima, the gen'rals Enola Gay there did deploy
In an instant, how many lives then did that bomb destroy?
Nuclear warfare ain't fair.
 
Oh, Dear! What can the Matter be?
It's the stuff of the universe, yearning to be let free
Did we glimpse, that day.... the Big Bang.... Eternity?
Nuclear warfare ain't fair.