At my very heart, great power lies,
Atoms split, no disguise.
With mushroom clouds, I'm infamous and feared,
Oppenheimer's creation, history seared.
What am I?
A nuclear bomb.
At my very heart, great power lies,
Atoms split, no disguise.
With mushroom clouds, I'm infamous and feared,
Oppenheimer's creation, history seared.
What am I?
A nuclear bomb.
