August 1945

The beginning of the end,
that’s what he said to me
That cold august morning,
The plane approached
That death machine

Thousands died,
For a worthless cause,
One nations greed
Another’s fall,

Two bombs were dropped
Three days apart,
One was botched,
The other was smart
He completed his mission,
Without hitches or bumps,
And killed those innocents
Without second glance
After all it all leads back,
To the one thing we dread,
War, war will be the end of us all.