Megaton Bravo

Low life and much scrutiny is all I hear about our nation’s name. Followed by racial comments and jokes about the bomb that brought us pain. Swept away the island’s heart that still remains the same. Radiation that sprinkled down and we thought it was rain? Instead, it was the bomb’s fluid that snuck into our ancestor’s veins. But don’t get it twisted, this is nowhere near a hatred poem. This is a dedication for the people on boats who first rowed them. Day by day they would slowly paddle away. Carry on the dagger in our stories that still is passed on until this day. I call them the greatest, the greatest of the greats. But the greats couldn’t be the greatest unless they started nowhere near great. Radiation to get use to pray out loud for heaven’s sake! Radiation used abuse to pray out loud to Heaven’s sake. Hands down to think about the talk about with no doubt. It exposed thousands in the surrounding area to radioactive fallout. So bravo to the “Megaton Bravo”. Also, the combo and the pain that followed made RMI the greatest surviving motto.