To Japan

Come forth children Wiping thy weeping eyes While I hold you in my bosom At the ramshackled scenery. Weep not children. Wipe thy eyes though they behold corpses- Squashed bodies of loved ones: Though I weep, I call thee to me And I shall hug you to sleep While singing my lullaby. Oh the littered town? Corpses asleep- Asleep? The sidewalks filled with rescuers’ prizes-corpses: Sirens weeping in the rain, rescue workers working to death: Oh! Children, weep not of the dead, But weep for the Earth.