Hiroshima, Historical Poem
Hiroshima
The sewer! the sewer!
they all scream the sewer!
but i can’t go in there because i’m a spewer
I see the planes approaching overhead.
and i immediately knew we were dead
Shocking noises. People crying.
Happy faces upside down. Mothers covering their children’s eyes.
Away goes the shady fog, running, i see my dog.
In the water i can’t take a dive, i’m afraid ill get hives.
but then all my worries leave
I see the falling leaves.
but with all those i see
one more thing falling towards me and
all the streets are empty now
everyones in the sewer or in a building, how
did it ever get to this point, two
nations fighting in war, i cry and then i see it not far from us now
Then BOOM!