Well, I'm gonna preach you a sermon 'bout old man Atom,

I don't mean the Adam in the Bible datum.

I don't mean the Adam that mother Eve mated,

I mean that thing that science liberated.

Einstein says he's scared,

And when Einstein's scared, I'm scared.

Hiroshima, Nagasaki,

Alamogordo, Bikini.

Here's my moral, plain as day,

Old Man Atom is here to stay.

He's gonna hang around, it's plain to see,

But, ah, my dearly beloved, are we?

We hold these truths to be self-evident

All men may be cremated equal.

Hiroshima, Nagasaki

Here's my text

Hiroshima, Nagasaki

Lordy, who'll be next?

The science guys, from every clime,

They all pitched in with overtime.

Before they knew it, the job was done;

They'd hitched up the power of the gosh-darn sun,

They put a harness on Old Sol,

Splittin' atoms, while the diplomats was splittin' hairs . . .

Hiroshima, Nagasaki

What'll we do?

Hiroshima, Nagasaki

They both went up the blue.

Then the cartel crowd put on a show

To turn back the clock on the UNO,

To get a corner on atoms and maybe extinguish

Every darned atom that can't speak English.

Down with foreign-born atoms!

Yes, Sir!

Hiroshima, Nagasaki

What'll we do?

Hiroshima, Nagasaki

They both went up the blue.

But the atom's international, in spite of hysteria,

Flourishes in Utah, also Siberia.

And whether you're white, black, red or brown,

The question is this, when you boil it down:

To be or not to be!

That is the question. . .

Atoms to atoms, and dust to dust,

If the world makes A-bombs, something's bound to bust.

Hiroshima, Nagasaki

Alamogordo, Bikini.

No, the answer to it all isn't military datum,

Like "Who gets there fustest with the mostest atoms, "

But the people of the world must decide their fate,

We got to stick together or disintegrate.

World peace and the atomic golden age or a push-button war,

Mass cooperation or mass annihilation,

Civilian international control of the atom, one world or none.

If you're gonna split atoms, well, you can't split ranks.

Hiroshima, Nagasaki

What'll we do?

Hiroshima, Nagasaki

They both went up the blue.

It's up to the people, cause the atom don't care,

You can't fence him in, he's just like air.

He doesn't give a darn about politics

Or who got who into whatever fix –

All he wants to do is sit around

And have his nucleus bombarded by neutrons.

“Richie saw the empty street where nothing moved and suddenly burst into tears. Bill looked at him for a moment and then put his arms around Richie and hugged him. Richie clutched at Bill’s neck and hugged him back. He wanted to say something clever, something about how Bill should have tried the Bullseye on the Werewolf, but nothing would come out. Nothing except sobs. “D-Don’t, R-Richie,” Bill said, “duh-duh-duh-h-h—” Then he burst into tears himself and they only hugged each other on their knees in the street beside Bill’s spilled bike, and their tears made clean streaks down their cheeks, which were sooted with coaldust.”

“He climbed the stairs with slow deliberation, aware—too aware—of how hard his heart was working. Ka-boom, ka-thud. Ka-boom, ka-thud. Ka-boom, ka-thud. It made him nervous when he could feel his heart beating in his ears and wrists as well as in his chest. Sometimes when that happened he would imagine it not as a squeezing and loosening organ but as a big dial on the left side of his chest with the needle edging ominously into the red zone. He did not like that shit; he did not need that shit. What he needed was a good night’s sleep.”

“Why are they crying so far apart?”

― Stephen King, It

>>14647437

>>14647447

>>>stale memes like a homo

>>14647440

>>>stale memes like a homo

>>14647441

>>>stale memes like a homo

>>14647443

>>>stale memes like a homo

>>14647567

>>still

>>mad