Stanza 1941
Steel coffins race across the sand,
Rommel's making his last stand.
The 88's are cracking steel
With loud-sharp-noise like bursting bells.
As columns march across the steppe
Are swallowed up in Asia's depths.
"Bomber" harries is on the phone:
"Bomb Berlin til it's all gone!"
Don't leave an unburned child still standing
In the streets of quaint ol' Dresden.
Roosevelt jumps along in stride:
"The atom bomb is on our side!"
Without a whimper he sings his tune,
"We'll drop it on the Japs real soon
Like a fiery, stormy sun-typhoon.
The bankers count their coin stacked high
And with a crooked smile they sign.
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