By Mory Keita
In sky flew a bird-like object like falling star,
The children stood in owe contemplating it.
It was a bird,one they hadn’t seen before,
One which magic they hadn’t experienced yet.
They stood side by side, hands in hand smiling,
Smiling at the odd birds above their heads,
They pointed their fingers at the bird, jumping of joy.
How could they know why it flew in the sky?
They saw the bird dropping an egg-like object,
In their excitements,they jumped and jumped.
Few seconds after the bird-like object reached ground,
And a curtain of smoke and dust covered the visions.
In few seconds, their dreams were gone away,
Their homes and schools were destroyed in fire;
Their lives were taken in a war they had no part in.
What began as a peacefully day ended an atrocity,
Anything that flies isn’t indeed a bird.
What happened to theirs dreams? Why them?
Has mankind lost its humanity?
I would like to thank Sam Lui for reminding many others and myself about history.
i encourage you to check Sam's poem from which I got my inspiration.
Sam writes: August 6th is Hiroshima today, and marches across the world have signified this solemn occasion - commemorating the atrocities caused by the use of catastrophic nuclear weapons on Japan during World War II. Please take a moment to consider this: we are one human race, we share thoughts and feelings, dreams and desires. War is an evil. Together, we can stop the rise of nuclear weaponry. Spread peace, not destruction.
Add you plea at www.millionpleas.com.
Shared with one stop poetry.
Add you plea at www.millionpleas.com.
Shared with one stop poetry.
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