Give me an atom bomb

I am not afraid of an atom bomb the way we know it. 

Designed fantastically by most competent nuclear physicists based on reliable brainwork

technically skillful fingers created this brilliant
halo.

It is not so awful as we think, it leaves no suffering trouble, imperfection. Nothing exists after it. 

I think differently. This makes me sweat:
Earth is changing slowly (or then quite much) to a gas chamber, just like in recent most horrible of horrors Auschwitz but a great deal bigger, gas chamber, a real hell where every living creature succumb to same cancer.

While thinking this reality in the near future
all by myself I cannot refrain myself asking: 

father, give me an atom bomb.

 
II

Give me an atom bomb, I shall use it in a different way.
I shall call the most couragious poets from east and west.
We shall defuse it, cancel the work of technicians. At least we shall remove the fuse. Everything is possible.

Or
we shall gather from all caches every

nuclear bomb to one big bunch which we will explode.

It would be like a return to beginning, a new creation happening. All useless disappears, chains of living standard will melt, hunger hate envy all will disappear like a bad dream.

III

Afterwards we will live in a tent hut, sod house travelling with skies and rowboats. At nights telling hilarious stories.

 Translation: Marinne Peitilä