After the Bomb

August 6 is Hiroshima Day. This post is my way of saying that I will not forget the victims of that tragedy and other man-created tragedies that have affected and will affect generations of human beings who did not ask to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Hiroshima, Chernobyl, Bhopal are all part of the same string and this song is for those who remain silent wayside victims of man's accidental atrocities against man.

I was a child
and every night
mother soothed my cries
with fairy tales
of princes and angels
and the good people in the heavens
and for my sleepless mind
she sang a lullabye
about my uncle, the moon.

I labored too, one day
and found in my arms
a lump of leftover flesh
from bodies charred
by history.

On sleepless nights
Sometimes
I rock my empty arms
and tell dark air
fairy tales
of princes and angels
and the good people in the heavens
and I sing the night
a lullabye
about its uncle, the moon.