Bombs Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

At first they thought
that on that day
the sun had simply,
just that once,
slept in, due to the stress
of shining, being there,
on that demanding job.

The elders calmed them,
said it was likely that,
this giver of all life
had missed the call to duty
that morning, do not fret.

But by the second day
it was apparent, sadly,
that two strong men,
on continents apart
had had a conference
where they concluded
for the good of man
that arsenals would be,
as soon as night descended
released to show them all.

And then they knew that,
it had been futile to
be optimistic,
and that the sun,
that giver of all life
would, truly, never ever
shine for man again.