Little Boy
The atmosphere which held the mushroom cloud,
on a stoic August morn
devastatingly lethal to a people proud,
Cries of anguish drowned out by a noise so loud,
forms forever etched in concrete as
The atmosphere which held the mushroom cloud,
A grizzly tactic, that was meant to astound,
setting events in motion
devastatingly lethal to a people proud,
Vaporized, in a mere second, no sight, no sound,
as it detonated 1900 feet above the city proper in
The atmosphere which held the mushroom cloud,
Molten glass replaces earthen ground,
as the heat more intense than the Rising Sun
devastatingly lethal to a people proud,
A city, left in a destructive smoldering mound,
one hundred forty thousand, perished from
The atmosphere which held the mushroom cloud,
Devastatingly lethal to a People Proud.
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