Hibakusha

Hibakusha

A Poem by Chaos Stone
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Hibakusha: "people exposed to the bomb"

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Thousands of lives swept away by the wind
A tornado of souls blown on the fury
Of hell's raging inferno
Flames caressing flesh like the kiss of death
Burning shadows to the ground

A horizon distance gone
The plane that dropped the bomb
A flash of light ignites the air
And the chain reaction is done
As the project recreates the sun

Angry clouds roil into the crying sky
Raining black tears of lingering demise
Fallout over the burning heart of a city in hell
Painting a scene too cruel to describe
Carving the memory of those who survived

The solar flare burnt eyes blind
And its invisible death consumes those left behind
Roaming the toxic aftermath
Breathing the very dust as poison
The living dead wander a city's destruction

And then there were two
Another hell on earth suffered through
With a nation scorned
The nuclear world is born
And the powers will race for the arms of war

Now we play the endgame
Life will never be the same
The doomsday clock has begun

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© 2009 Chaos Stone


Author's Note

Chaos Stone
This is a song I'm working on, the first in a long while.
Also check out the pic, its haunting. I cant help but wonder who was standing there when the bomb exploded.

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Once again, I am awed by your work. I would have expected that the effect would have worn off by now (hehe, it hasn't happened yet).
Actually, I just studied the bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki in social studies class. I remember thinking about how traumatizing the whole experience was. We made a collage in our class with pictures from an article. When I looked at the scars and growths on the people, I felt horrible for those who had to live through the experience. I think I was also feeling anger towards those who had advised the president to bomb the poor city. Nice work! :D
--Solitude

Posted 14 Years Ago


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Wow, this is amazing. *o*
Very stirring~

Posted 14 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I always enjoy your writing.
Part beauty, part destruction.
I think this one is a perfect example of that.
..........
Flames caressing flesh like the kiss of death
Burning shadows to the ground
..........
Wonderful and vivid.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

strong writing, thanks for sharing

Posted 14 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is a great write, showing that the past simply cannot be forgotten. Great job in capturing the truth in your words. You have talent; keep it up.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Once again, I am awed by your work. I would have expected that the effect would have worn off by now (hehe, it hasn't happened yet).
Actually, I just studied the bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki in social studies class. I remember thinking about how traumatizing the whole experience was. We made a collage in our class with pictures from an article. When I looked at the scars and growths on the people, I felt horrible for those who had to live through the experience. I think I was also feeling anger towards those who had advised the president to bomb the poor city. Nice work! :D
--Solitude

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

We are all Hibakusha.

Posted 14 Years Ago


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