Song 65 – Hiroshima hangover

Between us
there was god as promised.
Between us
there was a handshake we missed.
Before the doom
we had dutiful lives to live.
Post the boom
we were dying to forgive.
After the storm
we had the history written.
Before the children
came to senses so smitten.
Even the bombs were “little boy”s
and the hearts weren’t sweet as toys.

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