Forty-seven GOP Senators sent a letter to the Iranian leadership telling them that the nuclear negotiations will result in no binding deal unless the Senate votes to approve one.  Here’s a parody of their letter in song.

(To the tune of “P.S. I love You,” by Gordon Jenkins & Johnny Mercer)

Thought we’d drop a line to say
Obama’s wrong, he has no sway.
We’ll decide what we should do.
P.S. We’ll bomb you.

Thought you had the perfect deal?
Until we vote, nothing’s for real.
Lest you haven’t got a clue
P.S. We’ll bomb you.

Write to the Pres – tell him that you’d adhere to
whatever deal you’d approve.
Though you’re secret sites, you will let no one near to.
We think a bomb, or two’s the right move.

Guess there’s nothing more to tell.
Except that you, can go to hell.
Hope this message doesn’t calm you.
P.S. We’ll bomb you.

Lyric © 2015 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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Earth Day is celebrated on April 20.

(To tune of the 1890s popular song, “The Sidewalks of New York,” aka “East Side, West Side,” by Charles B. Lawlor and James W. Blake”)

Earth Day, Earth Day
All around the sphere
Are cars emitting carbon
Up into the atmosphere

Feel the changing weather
O’er hill and river and town
The temperatures are rising
Acid rain is falling down

Earth Day, Earth Day
Celebrate, even while
A nuclear reactor
Might irradiate your smile

Energy makes millions
Water we’ll soon have to boil
And if this madness continues
We might all be drinking oil

Lyric © 2013 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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The industrial machinery of man may in time destroy our tiny oasis of light in the black desert of space.  We may commit planetary suicide even before climate warming’s impact has a chance to do the job.  The nuclear trigger is now held by unstable hands in North Korea, and another radical regime, Iran, seeks its prestige and power.  Even peaceful use of the atom has proved uncontrollable (see earlier posts “Unforeseen” and “Scream Fukushima Scream.”  Yet, war, more than ever poses the greatest threat of the nuclear genie escaping the silos.  Cormac McCarthy’s novel, “The Road,” presages the bleak landscape of a post-apocalyptic world. How can we stop the madness?

 Gort is a robot character from the classic 1951 science fiction movie “The Day the Earth Stood Still.”  An alien Klaatu visits earth with Gort to warn that our warring ways is causing concern among the advanced inhabitants of the universe.  Earth is told to cease its aggressive behavior or face destruction at the hands of Gort, one of a super-powerful, indestructible, interplanetary robot police-force, pre-programmed to destroy any aggressor in the universe.

(To the tune of “All You Need is Love,” by Paul McCartney and John Lennon, released by the Beatles in their 1967 album “Yellow Submarine”)

 (No more war)
(No more war)
(No more war)

How many nuclear missiles can you build?
And how many million people can be killed?
Meanwhile how many hungry children are crying for a meal?
Let’s all get real

How many Fukushima’s will we stand?
And how many 9/11s yet are planned?
And how many homeless people need a bed in which to curl?
A wiser world

What we need is Gort!
What we need is Gort!
Klaatu call him to report
Gort is what we need

How many foolish issues lead to wars?
And how many foolish people settle scores?
How many weary people here would love to get along?
Join in our song

What we need is Gort!
What we need is Gort!
Klaatu call him to report
Gort is what we need

What we need is Gort!  (He’d insist on law)
What we need is Gort!  (He’d allow no war)
Klaatu call him to report
Gort we’d have to heed

(No more war)
(No more war)
(No more war)

Lyric © 2013 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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(To tune of “I’m Late,” by Sammy Fain and Bob Hilliard, from Walt Disney’s “Alice in Wonderland.”)

We’re late, we’re late
Iran is now irate
And seeks two megatons of hate
We’re late; perhaps, too late

Good nations wait
And properly debate
Their statesmanship of folderol
Invites a bomb to fall

What fun, why spoil?
Come radioactive oil
The horse and buggy will be great
We’re late; perhaps, too late

Lyric © by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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(To tune, “Donke-Schoen” by Bert Kaempfert, Kurt Schwaback and Milt Gabler, popularized by singer Wayne Newton.).

It was unforeseen
So you say
But what does that mean?

Plants are dangerous
Where Chernobyl stood
Now’s an empty neighborhood

Could you not foresee?
Three Mile Island’s still
Recent history?

Nothing’s unforeseen
Accidents occur, when nuclear
They’re very mean

We have eyes
We all have a brain
Doesn’t quite explain

 Air we breathe
Water that we drink
Is more valuable that dollars
Tell me, don’t you think?

That’s your alibi?
Is your best reply?

We’ve all seen
Humans make mistakes
And with nuclear material
Think of the stakes

One more time
Tell me unforeseen
Fukashima dies
Still as mothers scream

And here on the scene
Turkey Point is clean
So says FPL, but they won’t tell,
What’s unforeseen

What a scary dream
As radiation spreads above our heads
Soon everyone will be unseen

Lyric © 2012 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
 All rights reserved.