The strangest thing was the silence When I’d stood there all alone And the almost perfect stillness Now the midnight birds had flown A pall of smoke hung in the air Fires were dancing on the earth These vast acres of destruction Were once the city of my birth I saw much needless sacrifice To Mankind’s eternal shame Then I had seen a child of God Walking through a wall of flame His clothes were hung in tatters And his tangled hair was white He was crying bitter teardrops For he had given up the fight He said ‘you are the chosen one’ And looked up towards the sky He squinted at the nuclear sun As he softly whispered ‘Why?’ The strangest thing was the silence Now the midnight birds had flown And the almost perfect stillness Of this place I once called home
