The meal is over,

In Mother Earth diner.

Years of Underground Nuclear Testing is done.

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From Los Alamos to Bikini,

We`ve scoffed all the matter,

To test our blessed hate into Mother.

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TRILLIONS OF KILOTONS IN NUCLEAR EXPLOSIONS -

Within and without our sweet nuturer;

So, now, dinner is finished,

Let’s us all say the Grace;

For what’s here and right in our face.

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The Thermonuclear Cheque arrives at the table,

Each nation passing the buck.

America in particular rattles the change,

Saying, “Does Mother take plastic?” All red in the face.

France picks up the cheque with a baleful eye;

Written there an amount at the bottom;

“Millions in Lives from Cancer,” PAYABLE NOW.

For Mother holds no thirty day wait.

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Not one Nation can proffer,

This outrageous bill,

So Mother Herself come to take payment.

In cancer and chankers across every realm

For th` Thermonuclear Dinner is over.

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