When the sun rises
As the buzzards circle above
Eager for their prizes
And the bodies lay strewn
Across puddles of blood, dust, and gore
Will they ask,
What have we gained?
What have we done?
Was it worth all the trouble,
To fight and kill
By tooth and bullet?
As the early summer rain
Falls upon the land below
And the tears alight upon the ruins of civilization
As the mushroom cloud blooms and bellows
Will they ask,
What have we gained?
What have we done?
Was it worth all the trouble,
From the harbor to Hiroshima,
To carnage and leukemia?
As the early summer rain
Falls upon the land below
And the citizens clap and cheer
As victory and surrender draws near
Will they ask,
What have we gained?
What have we done?
Was it worth all the trouble,
Was it worth all the one-hundred and ninety
two-thousand
For us to clap and cheer in America's name,
In the early summer rain?
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