( The first H-Bomb was dropped on Bikini Atoll on March 1st 1954.)
Saint David sprung his big surprise
On far Bikini's isle
He watched the mushroom cloud arise
And allowed himself a smile.
And as that anger shook the world
He spoke to all mankind:
Heed now the warning I have hurled,
You are deaf and blind.
God's final messenger am I,
So allow me to acquaint
You sinners with what it is to try
The patience of a saint.
To you I breathed my dying word:
Remember the little things.
Now, since quiet counsel goes unheard,
My voice in thunder rings.
And since, in all creation's scale
The atom is the least,
That is the power that shall prevail
Till all your wars have ceased.
America, I have dried your seas,
Russia, I have thawed your snows,
Europe, your ancient rivalries
Must go as a bad dream goes.
Paris, Peking and Leningrad,
London, Washington, Rome,
Are egual now with the meanest pad
That the poorest man calls home.
And for the sake of a little place,
Accounted of little worth,
Behold, I have abolished space
And shrunk the globe of earth.
Now naked every nation stands
And egual in the scales,
And those once-proud imperial lands
Are all the size of Wales.
To her I speak as a father should
As her new life now begins:
Leave whoredom, seek the highest good,
Renounce your servile sins.
Although unworthy, it may be
For this you have spared,
To lead men's thoughts to a world that's free
Where all good things are shared.
My sign, it is the gentle dove,
So listen to my voice:
Mankind, it's time you learnt to love.
You haven't got much choice.
Reprinted from GLASNOS/POEMS FOR PEACE
CND CYMRU 1987
Saint David sprung his big surprise
On far Bikini's isle
He watched the mushroom cloud arise
And allowed himself a smile.
And as that anger shook the world
He spoke to all mankind:
Heed now the warning I have hurled,
You are deaf and blind.
God's final messenger am I,
So allow me to acquaint
You sinners with what it is to try
The patience of a saint.
To you I breathed my dying word:
Remember the little things.
Now, since quiet counsel goes unheard,
My voice in thunder rings.
And since, in all creation's scale
The atom is the least,
That is the power that shall prevail
Till all your wars have ceased.
America, I have dried your seas,
Russia, I have thawed your snows,
Europe, your ancient rivalries
Must go as a bad dream goes.
Paris, Peking and Leningrad,
London, Washington, Rome,
Are egual now with the meanest pad
That the poorest man calls home.
And for the sake of a little place,
Accounted of little worth,
Behold, I have abolished space
And shrunk the globe of earth.
Now naked every nation stands
And egual in the scales,
And those once-proud imperial lands
Are all the size of Wales.
To her I speak as a father should
As her new life now begins:
Leave whoredom, seek the highest good,
Renounce your servile sins.
Although unworthy, it may be
For this you have spared,
To lead men's thoughts to a world that's free
Where all good things are shared.
My sign, it is the gentle dove,
So listen to my voice:
Mankind, it's time you learnt to love.
You haven't got much choice.
Reprinted from GLASNOS/POEMS FOR PEACE
CND CYMRU 1987
More on this Red Welsh Republican coming soon.
Oh have a good St David's Day/Dydd St Dewi Da
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