Summer of '45

Summer of '45

A Poem by manchilld99
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Our world at the dawning of a new age, irrevocably changed, forevermore in peril.

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Birds fly away.
The ground shakes,
humanity breaks,
it is done.
Yellow men dis-orient
to ashes and dust,
their shadowy images
burnt onto walls.
Vaporized. It is done.
Los Alamos.
Hiroshima.
Nagasaki.
It is done.
A nuclear quake,
a seismic eruption
as the gods forsake
and  A-Bombs shake the earth.

© 2010 manchilld99


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that's a long way from "sticks and stones", but it sure can break a lot of bones...and where do we go from here...

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manchilld99
manchilld99

rochester, NY



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I write poems and stories, and have broadcast a blues show on the radio since 1982. I am from Harlem, currently live in Rochester, NY, but have been around. more..

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