MANHATTAN PROJECT

MANHATTAN PROJECT

It was just like any other day

The sun shone, kids playing,

The world was at war.

But on this day

The 6^th August 1945

Enola’s little boy wouldn’t be coming home.

She dropped him off

Not from the car, but from a B-29

He was meant to save the world,

His actions certainly shook

And took so many lives

Was Enola proud of her little boy?

Roosevelt and Churchill sat quietly together

A year or so before,

Discussing the future of the little boy

And the ‘Manhattan project’ was born.

Peace was the ultimate aim

Against a foe who sacrificed their own children,

Who had no intention of stopping their quest

Of world submission and outright domination

Drastic and final measures had to be employed.

When the gleaming, glass fronted ‘Superfortress’

Took to the air that day,

With the little boy strapped deep in her bowels

It signaled that

The world would never be the same again.

When Nagasaki met ‘The fat man’

And Kokura breathed a sigh of relief,

It was all over,

The enemy had fallen to their knees.

The ‘Mighty Mo’ took the honour

When the signature was scribbled on the parchment,

But it was number 82 Enola Gay

And her little boy

Who gave out the terrible lesson.

The project was a horrific success

The ‘Manhattan’ its secret now shared,

The legacy of which is a fractious world peace

Though terrorism still threatens our freedom.

In a dreadful twist of irony

The name Manhattan, used so long ago

 To procure the worlds lasting safety,

Suffered at the hands of terrorists

With wanton destruction of the twin towers,

Fifty six years after the little boy

Fell from the sky to end a war

Evil bit back.

“Will Enola have to take her little boy out again?”

Phil Hall  July 2013