I'm told all's fair in love and war
But what the fuck we fighting for
We'll end up like the dinosaur
Who's nowhere to be found
A pilot named his plane that day
His mother's name put on display
Her moniker Enola gay
Is Hiroshima bound
Her belly cradles little boy
The power hungry's must have toy
A world to seek out and destroy
So shallow yet profound
A flash of searing heat and light
A mushroom cloud to end the fight
Earth's eyes behold a brand new sight
And devastating sound
Black rain claimed whatever was left of the sky
Shockwaves seek out another few thousand to fry
Medals polished and pinned to those chosen to fly
The moment their feet touch the ground
In this city of death was a vision of hell
Four days later another was armed and fell
Action stations we go at the toll of a bell
We're Nagasaki bound
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Maga !
Not sure what that means but Cheers
In these tercets with a caping rhyme to form a quatrain you tell the story of the A-bomb and the horror that took so many lives. History is always written by the winner. War is hell and despite what they tell you there are no rules if you want to win. It is never a war crime the first time. A fine write with wonderful creative rhyme.
Couldn't agree more with your take on war soren
Extremely grateful for your time as always
Many thanks
You are as always most welcome
A haunting reminder of the horrific event of the past but also that war is hell for all, the history books will name a winner but in reality there are never any winners, nicely expressed and written
Never any winners
Perfect
Thank you very much
You are very welcome
Hello, Peto,
The horror of these two bombs is unimaginable and beyond comprehension. What's even more harrowing, after they were dropped, every major power wanted one. This is a beautiful genre of poetry and you apply it with deft authority and a flair for the poetics. Excellent.
Kind regards,
Tony.
Hi Tony
Thank you very much for such kind words
Truly appreciated
Gotta ask as a Scot to an Irishman
Green or blue?
A southern green.
Hail hail
Your poem revolves around the horrors and moral complexities of war, specifically the use of atomic bombs during World War II. It critiques the glorification of warfare and the devastating consequences it has on humanity, as illustrated by the bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. The poet emphasizes the futility of fighting and the immense loss of life that results from the pursuit of power and destruction.
I enjoy reading your reviews almost as much as your poetry friendship
Extremely grateful that you took the time to get it
Many thanks
How sad and painful everything this beautiful text describes. Excellent writing, I thoroughly enjoyed it. Deep down, I'd like to think it's the escape of a mind fused with the poetic metaphysics of fictional literature, not the cruel reality. Thank you for sharing. Best regards.
Thank you Damasco
Unfortunately it's based on the reality
It is the 80th anniversary tomorrow
I really appreciate your time to read
Many thanks
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