Hiroshima
©1976, Olan L. Smith
Born of an atom it is power,
To split what is infinite is destruction,
To have knowledge without love is extinction,
As for man it is his final hour.
Seventy-eight thousand souls,
Spirits by the thousands released.
A tremendous light descends blazing—
In a instant bodies burn and cease,
One second alive, the next dead;
O’ man with your intellect will you learn?
O’ man will you listen to what is said?
Say what you will say Hiroshima,
speak what you will speak, Hiroshima!
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Older Poems from the Pen of Olan L. Smith
PoetryThis collection is a gathering of most of my older poems, both published and unpublished, making it easier to find my poetry.
