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Radical Rooney Poem
HIROSHIMA
I remember it well, that first day in Hell
So long ago, I know
As the sirens sounded our Yankee foe
Decided that now his power we would know
So dropped his Atomic Bomb from the sky
That caused those below to melt and to fry
As we all saw the flash and then felt the blast
That blew infernos around us, to eerily cast
A different light on a different world
As blackened bodies lay unfurled
In corners and gutters, clinging together
Welded and wedded, where no man could sever
Yet skinless souls still shuffled by
In silent circles they would try
To see the sun, to see the sky
I remember it well, that first day in Hell
So long ago, I know
When God let man his fate create
And genius fell to earth, as hate
As dependent on a compass whim
Determined how much blackened skin
Would flap around, about your heel
Or even how much pain you'd feel
As you dragged around your cloak of death
Blinded, deafened, sucking breath
Those with huge bloated heads just staggered around
Til their eyeballs popped out, to burst on the ground
The mushroom cloud now rose on high
As snow-like ashes fell to lie
On those below who searched the sky
I remember it well, that first day in hell
So long ago, I know
I watched where tender lips did lie
To see dark holes vent silent cry
And the shape of a horse, that stood in the sun
To bask in God's warmth, 'til a hotter one
Burnt him so perfect, against a white wall
In an instant heat, that left no time to fall
I saw shadows on steps, where bodies had curled
As vapourized souls left their mark on this world
Now black dollops of rain fell out of the mist
From that curse'd sky, in one final twist
But the deaf and the blind who looked up to God
Found these cascades of rain naught but a fraud
For they fell with the splash of hot nuclear ash
I remember it well, that first day in Hell
So long ago, I know
Then we dug in the rubble, the debris to hurl
And managed to find a frail little girl
It dampened our glee, when she just couldn't see
But still managed to cry, thru one squid-like eye
Whose last look at life was facing a sun
That once gave her birth, but then fell to earth
So feeling her pain on that lonely day
I stroked her long hair 'til I felt her sway
For it fell out in clumps, and really looked bad
And although she was blind, she felt really sad
Then some saviours arrived, with water and food
But victims of burns should not drink, if they could
So they gasped and gave up, and dropped where they stood
I remember it well, that first day in Hell
So long ago, I know
This child that we found needed blood, so my friend
Decided to give as he neared the end
So he gave what he could, thou feeling so feeble
Couldn't stop bleeding, when they took out the needle
He had just drunk too much of that evil black rain
So we stood by in shame, as he gave up his pain
In the centre of town stood a fountain and pond
Thirsty circles clung there, 'til Death waved her wand
Now they sit in my mind, but at night circle round
Like those in the fire, who dug into the ground
The firestorm had started to eat up the air
Yet many stood still, for they just didn't care
But we panicked in fear, and ran here and ran there
I remember it well, that first day in Hell
So long ago, I know
So we ran to the river but the river ran red
As thousands jumped in, as they burned and they bled
But they drowned in the scrum and ended up dead
As bodies and corpses to the surface were fed
Our nails and our teeth and our hair then fell out
While those in the fire screamed shout after shout
The day that huge plane dropped a gift with regret
A gift to remember, a gift to forget
When it placed Hell on Earth, and our City ceased
With a toast from the skies, and a boast from the beast
DEDICATED TO LITTLE TAEKAKO YOSHIMOTO, ONE OF
THREE THOUSAND SCHOOLCHILDREN, WHO PERISHED,
THAT FIRST DAY IN HELL
Copyright © Radical Rooney | Year Posted 2015
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POVERTY
Poverty stalks my dreams in the night
As he walks on the beach, 'tween tides of time
He shelters in shadows, away from the light
And thou I can't see him, he follows my line
And nothing I do will make him take flight
But as he circles, sheltered in shade
I wander along to his old Devil song
And hear him and fear him and feel so afraid
For I wonder to whom my soul will belong
As he lurches along the trail I have made
Dragging Demons for me, out the sack on his back
While I just need to sleep in dark dunes of sand
But he waits 'til I stagger to start his attack
Then seizes me tight in the grip of his hand
As the seams of my dreams all fade into black
So we wander along, shackled together
To shuffle the shore, at a slovenly pace
With Conscience in tow,whatever the weather
For she's in no hurry to finish the race
With a hold on my soul, her song is forever
But stumbling on stones thrown up by the sea
My nemesis Death is heading this way
He digs up old wounds, to hurl them at me
As stalking beneath a sky of slate grey
He callously casts them, with vigour and glee
Now I spot his companions, Illness and Fear
Who are lurking close by, just waiting to show
Their slow recognition, as we grow near
But now I do fear, they will deal me a blow
So I fight against Fate, to escape and get clear
But they come within reach, so we sit on the beach
In a hollow called Hope, where we celebrate Hate
A faithful old friend, who seems to be late
But the party has started, and will go on 'til dawn
When they all will decide, just to whom I belong.
Copyright © Radical Rooney | Year Posted 2015
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