In commemoration of
Hiroshima disaster 06.08.1945
I remember you
I remember you
I sigh with you
I cry with you
Hiroshima
when the bird fly
in the blue sky
with a great deep sigh
I cry … but why
Hiroshima
when the wind whispers
in green meadows
and blows curtains
on open windows
I cry but why
Hiroshima
on the 6th August
when the sun rises
atomic mushroom
keep growing sizes
I cry … but why
Hiroshima
US war machine
nonstop as seen
horror planter
on the earth so keen
I cry and cry
Hiroshima
we must write on ice
their name for a price
devil oil hunters
are the same…
ugly old planters
I cry and cry
deep from the heart
oh …my oh my
Hiroshima
Farah Notash
Vienna 06.08.2004
Poem book 6
www.farah-notash.com
