Enola Gay
Is it true
That you're going to fly again?
Enola Gay
Tell me the truth!
Are you going to fly again?
Haven't you see
The blood-painted sky
Of that summer morning
Nineteen forty-five
Don't you remember
Hiroshima, Hiroshima
Hiroshima, Hiroshima
Hiroshima?
Enola Gay
How can you tell?
Machines cannot Speak!
Haven't we seen
Enough bleeding skies?
Haven't we burnt
Enough to be wise?
Can't we remember
Won't we remember
Hiroshima, Hiroshima
Hiroshima, Hiroshima
Hiroshima?
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