Hiroshima poem

The bomb….

The most tragic event,

Shattering lives,

Burning hot ash,

Greyish, black skies.

 

As disease spread around,

Screams filled the air,

It left them covered in scars,

And half burnt off hair.

 

This breathtaking act,

Of the bomb shocked the world,

As news spread around,

It was empty where the dead curled.

 

Dangerous chances,

The people took,

Dropping big bombs,

To make the world look.

 

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