The clouds are clearing from the sky.
Water is welling from within my eye.
For it is the begining of a brand new day
sent from the Gods and thrown our way.
The birds begin singing and fluttering all around
while the larger animals begin to stir on the ground.
The Sun breaks free and shines across the land
glistening on parts of the golden sand.
This isn’t the Sun. Something is wrong.
For it is the explosion of an atomic bomb.
The blast it rushes in every direction.
From this you can’t hide. There is no protection.
The trees are uprooted and buildings fall down.
Creatures are no longer as they melt to the ground.
For it’s the ones that survive who will suffer the most.
As drugs cannot help them, no matter what dose.
As time it goes on, mutilations will appear.
As the depth of your soul finds a new meaning for fear.
An extra limb here or maybe an eye.
As you drink the acid that now falls from the sky.
For the day is now ending and the clouds reappear.
They will never forgive you for dropping it here.
I wrote this way back on the 8th of August 1995 to mark the 50th anniversary of the atomic bombs being dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
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