We dropped the Bomb
though we apologized.
Said we’re sorry
in solid cold cash.
Couldn’t do better
Medical emergency aid.
Is ground funded in cash.
Memory dedication burns
racial inflamed scorch scar.
Black ash devastation falls
assassinated civil public facts.
Japanese superb marshal arts
somatic sate skilled disciples.
Mystic mind merge mystify.
Discipline defensive army warriors
can’t demoralize kamikaze deny.
Black belt grade girths
achieved attainment ties.
To confront such expertise.
Still technologists terrifies.
You can manpower marshal
but cannot defensively defeat.
Even simple sifted atoms
which compose forfeit feet.
When atoms shattered split
winds shall suffuse blow.
On howling burning heat.
Shock wave will atomize melt
mash reinforced concrete.
Know we dropped A bomb
all past pristine history now?
Predominant today weren’t
awakened alive witness;
too see you take that bow.
Shame all shame encircle;
tremble shamed in defeat.
Values alter change fuse;
within tremendous heat.
Shame aroma smacks in air
aftermath stench salting burnt;
charred human pork meat.
Yet won’t feed radiant few.
Burnt beyond recognition;
embroiled in nuclear stew.
Reel foul hooked x-ray life.
Salve immune sago cells;
release pain porous life.
Black Rain ash rotten fell
cross ashen horizon’s ruin.
Split Flash instantly
vaporize every brain.
Leave agonized mained
survivors. Blind insane.
Bring sun descendent glory
golden sun emperor down.
Bring sun ascendent glory
nuke we shall do induce upon.
Japanese royal imperial crown.
There is no place to civilians go;
no place civilians; to safely run.
Today if proud city shall see
rise birth; of two flaming suns?
Modern math creation shall burn
scorch; innocent shelter earth.
History culture in shock seconds
rent vaporize; regenerative birth.
60% flash flame burns 30% fallen
debris dead. Still we have only.
Just extermination begun. ‘Little Boy’.
‘Fat Man’. Mere three days later.
Rise another Los Alamos sun. Burns.
Radiation sickness. It will cell tear.
Entire archaic governments apart.
Until military men are propped up.
With illusion of mighty atomic heart.
Unbombed cities saved pristine intact.
Reserved for accurate assessment
Army Air Force Agreed no kamikaze;
to leave cities Hiroshima Nagasaki
off nightly bombing raids target list.
J. Robert Oppenheimer
‘I am the destroyer of worlds’
at Target Committee at Los Alamos;
recommended large urban targets.
Blast Fall freed Black Rains
unleashed howling demons.
Escalation of repetitive nightmare;
froze innards civilian city organs.
Republic reap... thermonuclear weapons.
Amassed never to perpetrate.
Potential nuclear winter;
chills fuse dark fusion fate.
Escheat heritage flash feint;
disintegrates in abstained debate.
Growth opportunities lost;
in resource miscarried aggregate.
Political clouds previously;
obscured target judgement.
Sorry. For the Black Rains.
Remember scientific intent.
Several Japanese cities left
by American predator night
bombing. Allowing a pristine
city control environment;
to measure scientific damage
caused by experimental;
terror weapon atomic bomb.
We dropped A bomb;
woe we occupation apologized.
Said we’re appeasement sorry;
salve solid cold clinical cash.
Couldn’t care cope do better?
Impoverished. Skin-graft surgery.
Miser misappropriated medical aid.
Immersed grounded funded cash.
America super power new world order.
Miser test observations memory burns;
racial rabid nuclear flu; graft scar.
American weapon of unleashed; mass
destruction; echo intimidates.
Radio Report Radio Tokyo
August 8 1945 described;
destruction observed in Hiroshima;
'Practically all living things,
human and animal, were literally seared to death, '
Hiroshima primary target;
first nuclear bombing mission;
August 6 1945; B-29 Enola Gay
to bomb city; B-29 The Great Artiste
carried what instrumentation?
Historic photography aircraft;
recording weapon deployment;
resulting mushroom cloud
explosion; B-29 Necessary Evil?
Sorry. For the Black Rains.
“The atomic bomb
was more than a weapon
of terrible destruction;
it was a psychological weapon. ”
Former U.S. Secretary of War,
Henry L. Stimson 1947. (Final definitive score?)
What was judgement in heaven?
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