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Enola’s first born Over Hiroshima-shi Burnt off’(sp)ring *** Dead bodies Become Ōta's waves
Were we human? Yes, once we were. But not now. Not now. Now we are more. We are one. Unity.
Eyes.Accusatory eyes.Staring blankly at meOver their mother's back.Hands.
Those who are blind left in the dark the dumb without books the handicapped floored the young ignored hundreds Of millions of heads twice the number of eyes all of empathy Sheds
Innocence captured by the hands of evil, A life stolen, that can never be returned.