August 6, 1945.
I sit alone in my table, making myself tea as it is a beautiful morning , I see the birds fly in the bright blue sky, but I notice something different. I see a star falling from the sky, I ask my self “the devils star?”, it’s falling fast but I still sip my tea as I’m looking out the window. I tell my self what a great life I lived as I take my last sip of my tea, I notice something else in the sky, it’s an American plane. But before I could see anything else my vision goes black, another soul lost from the anger of the Americans, I ask my self was that the devils star?,or was it the Americans.
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Author:
Beto (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about the perspective of a Japanese man during the Hiroshima bombing, the name “The devils star” resembles how the man thought the bomb was a star falling from the sky, this also resembles how the devil is a fallen angel.
- Category: Sad
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