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Hiroshima's Little Boy

Hiroshima’s Little Boy.

Boy shaped memory burnt into stone.
An anonymous shadow of war. 
Running forever to a destination unknown.
Hung, suspended, an inch from the floor.
Were you on an errand? Or were you at play?
Helping your mother? Or chasing a friend? 
Where were you going when the Enola Gay
birthed death to a community condemned?

American’s shout of the American dream.
Arrogance condensed in a shell.
The price is a thousand innocent screams
and a boys’ silent footsteps through hell. 

Is your mother still waiting for you to return?
Did her pained cries match the American cheer?
Did she search rubble as Hiroshima burned
and American pilots sat down for a beer?
Did any American break down and cry?
Did any get upset or annoyed?
Did any care that hollow sockets wept eyes
at the sight of their Little Boy?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 1/22/2018 10:31:00 PM
"Arrogance condensed in a shell!" Powerful..painful because mothers around the world still experiencing losses, and no one really ever wins...just continues. I am following you and congrats on the number of followers you have, especially on this poem! bbn
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Date: 11/24/2017 8:29:00 PM
Good questions. Such an evil tragedy. Who cried, who wept bitterly; the wars were filled with horror; from the nuclear bomb, to the Kamikaze pilots, to the the evils of concentration camps and the gassing of the multitudes; all evils; all horrors. Thank you for capturing part of the reminder of the reality of nuclear war.
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Date: 11/15/2017 10:53:00 PM
Congratulations on your win, Ceinwen ... one of the darkest clouds over the history of my country, there will never be a worthwhile excuse or rationalization, and we carry this horror on the back of our beloved flag. Wonderfully powerful and provocotive write. Blessings and peace, friend.
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Date: 8/13/2017 1:43:00 PM
This is utterly beautiful in all its awful sadness.... But your rhyme, your cadence is all so very good. Welcome to PoetrySoup :)
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