This poem wants to commemorate the first atomic bomb dropped on humans by humans—the devastating attack on Hiroshima on August 6, 1945, exactly 80 years ago yesterday. It reflects on the immense human loss and suffering caused that day. Despite this dark history, nuclear threats remain today, with leaders like Putin, regimes such as Iran, and countries including North Korea and Pakistan continuing...

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Booties on the tree

for him or for me...

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My mind is in a miasma

sight blinded

In a dream like state

trying to peek thru

what did I do

lose them along the way

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Thoughts and visions begin

to dance in my mind

Pictures of him and me

I try to find

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Instead nightmares

run thru my head

Lies choke me like a python getting ready to eat it's prey

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