This calls to mind some of the first anti-nukes songs. And they wern't written by hippies with scruffy beards and twelve strings, either.

Stop Researchin' -- Red Foley

Early Sunday Morning the preacher gave his warnin'
said you'd better get down and pray

Better listen to me mister, and you listen sister
it's gettin' closer every day

just a plain bomb is bad but the A-bomb is worse
doesn't make that H-Bomb well
Thousand times stronger than the A-bomb is
it's gonna blow us all to kingdom come

Chorus:
Gotta stop those scientists from researchin'
they done gone too far
They got these boys flyin' faster than sound
and the whole world in a war
Man that A-tomic energy sure scares me
and if it'll do what they say
better start thinkin' 'bout savin' your soul
or Sam Johnson ain't my name

Well I'm thankful for the drugs that killed the bugs
the skeeters, the mice and the fleas

but instead of trying to get up to Mars,
we'd better get down on our knees

and thank the good world for the world we have
and in closing, I've got this to say:
If God intended us to go to Mars,
Why'd he put it so far away?

Chorus