The bomb drops. Streets littered with panic and boot stomps. What started as small house fires, Have turned the city into a giant funeral pyre. And out comes the great propaganda liar. To tell you everything will be all right. When in truth they died, just to prove the nation's might. Now meet Fat Boy. He's the nation's new toy. It'll be an explosion seen for miles. Soon you'll be stacking your dead into piles. But it won't end there. People will suffer long after you're gone. Maybe someday we'll admit we were wrong. What's the moral of the story? That we'll do anything for glory. For victory no price is to high. Even with mushroom clouds in your child's eyes. Push a button to see thousands die. Next time it could be your family, or mine.
Reason for writing:
The History Channel!
Birth sign: Taurus
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