Hiroshima and Nagasaki Poem


Hiroshima and Nagasaki

Boom! Is the sound that never leaves?

For peoples skin catch fire like sleeves,

The city is covered in ash,

Now the flash of light so cool,

Our skin no longer coal,

Just dripping from our chins and hands,

The world ending it ends it ends.

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