The A Bomb

July 21, 2014

East Japan is on fire

And we're sitting pretty

On little black clouds of smoke-

Billowing,

Rising,

Choking

Us.

East Japan is on fire

And we are falling fast

Off little black clouds of smoke.

Billowing,

Rising,

Drowning,

Us.

East Japan is on fire

And we are in the flames.

Our toys are all broken and they lay,

Mangled,

Shattered,

Bloody,

Us.

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