I did not want to, but I was given no choice,

Soon this unexpecting country would lose its voice.


It’s 1945 and I fly in the clear summer sky,

To my nation many miles away I cried goodbye.


There below I see her, the undeserving enemy.

I’m sent as an end, an apparent remedy.


I dance through the sky like a fallen ballerina,

My performce overwhelming silences the arena.


A spectacle so bright our distant sun is now blind,

But my audience has gone 130,000 I cannot find.


Mere shadows of men are etched into the ground,

Hoards of mortality is all that can be found.


My tears for their lives rain down a shade of black,

Hiroshima is a day I wish I could take back.


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