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Feb 2015
the twig snapped between thumb and finger
a tree died limbless leafless and dead-rooted
the birds will not sing from broken branches
green refused to sway or rustle in the wind
and all the people sheltered burned to a crisp
beneath the canopy of a disintegrated forest
nuclear wrangling they pressed another button
and this time they signed it goodbye godbless you
A Priest blessed the bomb that wiped out  Hiroshima ... years later he realised and recounted what he had done.
Written by
nivek
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