Atrocity

Landscape of Hiroshima about eight-thirty a.m.                                                               After the death angel Enola Gay turns away                                                                 she gave birth to the little boy as fiery rolling smoke starts clearing                             Etched upon a wall a boy and girl playing with a ball                                                          Those there could not see it for their eyes were melted                                                      A city meshed with death blood iron and rock                                                                    A three year old boy partially dripping skin cry’s for mom                                                   But a twelve year old girl looks unharmed but within days                                         Poisoned by death’s light she withers away                                                                    As you pull back from this horrific seen                                                                            It only magnifies for a hundred thousand plus                                                                   Stench smoldering flesh mingled with everything                                                          The land of sun lays beneath a blanket of death                                                                A city leveled by little boys fierce foul breath                                                                 And then aftermath for years later                                                                             Countless children die or are born defective
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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April 9, 2014 at 9:57 PM
JOHN, , CONGRATULATIONS....SKAT
Beam Avatar
April 10, 2014 at 11:17 AM
Thanks Skat good idea for contest and there are some deeply sad landscapes out there.
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March 19, 2014 at 5:02 PM
A powerful poem for an extremely sad and unnecessary experience.
Beam Avatar
March 19, 2014 at 7:27 PM
Yes It was and I meet a man, who went to help clean up aftermath, extremely sad.
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