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[title] => Hiroshima: Tears In Heaven
[time] => 2006-02-08 12:12:19
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[bodytext] => In a war torn world, a far away city in the east, The orange sun still rose, high above the quarreling sons of the earth. Giving hope, showing that the dark of the black night shall soon pass, It warms the hearts in a world where the hearts are not the red of life but the gray of the cold stone. When a brother kills a brother, When every living stands naked, raped of his sanity The yellow sun still rises. As a toddler plays, a mother feeds her infant, another sun rises in the sky, But it is the sun of the craven, black as his heart As it blots out the flame of life, the day turns evanescent Orange flames erupt all around, the flames, they do the dance of death As the destruction ends, white light breaches the veil of the synthetic dark But alas, all is gray and barren below The mother lays charred, beside her infant, still clutching her finger, though burnt to cinders And the toddler who played lies not too far, her clothes ripped, her rosy cheeks, the purple of rotting flesh As the sewers run red, miles away heartless men celebrate, their wine too red Yet in the city far away the yellow sun rises! [comments] => 2 [counter] => 229 [topic] => 57 [informant] => dthwlkr [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => war )
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