Heavy Metals - Ian Anderson

I am the smith.

I feed my melt-pot

Fashion carbon steely blades

While coulter and the mouldboard stab

And break the clod in forest glades

In sultry peace and blood-raised anger

I hammer out my forging trade

Lockheed, Fokker, Curtis, Hawker

Avro, Gloster, Handley Page

Colt, Beretta, Walther, Mauser

Springfield, Ruger in a rage

Holland, Holland, Boss and Purdey

Woodward, Greener: golden age

Every atom of the arsenal forged

In distant dying sun

In unholy Trinity now lends new

Form to plough and gun

Harry S. and Oppenheimer, Fermi

Teller, what have you done?

And did they pray that He may guide

Us in His ways, now battle’s won?