Poem: The Shadow Of Hiroshima

Somewhere on a pavement is a shadow of we know not whom. Someone who survived just long enough to take the heat when a flash brighter than a thousand suns flared in the Hiroshima dawn, gobbling greedily the oxygen of the early morn and eliminating the lives, names, hopes of generations when Oppenheimer's Death, the Destroyer of Worlds, came calling. Somewhere on our soul is the shadow of these eig... Read More