The Fukushima Fifty
A country's pride and circumstance
Has called the common man to dance.
Feet ablaze in a pool of pain
Seeking neither name nor fame.
Today's committed Samurai
You carry on, condemned to die.
You stand with hose in stead of sword
And do your best to save the world.
The world says, "Thanks" then moves along
And most won't even know you're gone.
But I'll remember; I'll declare
The Fukushima Fifty were there!
© 2011, R. Erin Lenth
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