Mortui te salutant
Mortui te salutant
In days gone by — the Chinese man
As wise as he was old
Did formulate the concentrate
The world would now explode
The cannonball — the rifle shot
The forces we unfold
We devastate and terminate
A triumph — we are told
Who can tell — break the spell
Reign in hell — when you’re messing with
The bullet and the bomb
The bullet and the bomb
The race was on — the will to kill
When science joined the game
Unmerciful and finally
It all became insane
In forty-five — catastrophe
In Oppenheimer’s mind
And man did see the universe
Atomically collide