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.