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Hiroshima - Nagasaki 1

On that day in Aug 1945 Bomber over the city that's very much alive Nervous crew, cloudy day Pilots instructions, open bomb bay The words above as the pilot said What happens next the world dreads The catch releases as Little Boy goes Are they really enemies, are they really foes As he lands without a sound As he plummets into Japanese ground As he ignites his awesome power As he sprays his atomic shower An eternity clears in hours I hear No city which once was here Where are the people, no where near In Oppenheimer, do I detect a tear If that's the worst the USA tells Nagasaki is next as the death toll swells Lo and behold that day has come The second city is indeed gunned down This Uranium gem as the Yanks declared Our troops at war will all be spared Not to think of the Japanese folks Who in Atomic ruin, their lives soaked Buildings gone where they once were Populations vaporised without a care This mushroom shape will shadow ever This day in history will never sever The following day as I look around A bustling city which has no sound I stand here bleeding, burns and sores Skin dripping, family torn All around me broken burning shapes Trying to make sense of what this all makes What could have created such destruction as this On this city where yesterday was bliss As I limp down my street, deathly imaged spree Shadows of neighbours I will never see Silhouetted in shape in many forms Is this my world now its not the norm Weeks have passed as I start to feel ill Once I was ten now I feel nil Bodily sores, lacerations and boils My human life now entering its toil As I look to the sky some birds still soar Those lovely doves I will see no more As my life fades, my eyes gently close Should anyone receive those blows Now I'm gone as I look down, once a city now no more a town Once were dots all running around Most are gone blown from our ground Where mediation was never met, discussions were never said Two cities many dead ( Lyrics by Queen ) Teo torriatte konomama iko Aisuruhito yo Shizukana yoi nir, Hikario tomoshi Itoshiki oshieo idaki Let us cling together as the years go by Oh my love, my love In the quiet of the night Let our candle always burn Let us never lose the lessons we have learned Are our lessons learnt, time will tell Berlin Wall, barriers fell Is it a start or a start to come Is this human race always on the run We need to look, and look around No more we hear that whistling sound Its seems to be a more silent kill Typical human, in its typical will. http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 7/14/2012 7:49:00 AM
Congratulations on your poetry being featured this week James. Love, Carol
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Date: 7/9/2012 7:12:00 PM
Congrats on the featured write. Humanity never learns.
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Date: 7/8/2012 4:11:00 PM
james, congratulations with your featured poem of the week.. hope you are enjoying yours~Always ;-) PD
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Date: 8/24/2009 3:31:00 PM
Hi James. Thank you for letting me know this poem exists. I appreciate your comments on my poem about my daughter. I notice we both referenced the same phenomenon, that of people irradiated who are the walking dead. To me that is the most terrifying part of nuclear war. I also appreciate your comment about Americans justifying what happening in Hiroshima because American lives were saved, as if Japanese civilian lives weren't worth as much. Thanks much for this poem. Debra Robillard-bluejello
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Date: 8/8/2009 10:35:00 AM
Very powerful. Only God and the people who lived there know the scope of their suffering. Sara
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Date: 4/24/2009 3:19:00 PM
Guess what, more people would have died if the bombs weren't dropped. The Japs had their own bombs cooking and Both sides had the means to destroy the innocents for years to come. But yeah, war sucks and none of it's pretty.
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