Listen! Hear! While I tell about a dream

That came to me one night

I was somewhere, somewhere else

The people spoke not English, but a different tongue

Their words fluent and peaceful like a song

Every being the same with black hair and snow-white skin

Their structures appeared rich with history,

Yet fragile, to be looked after with care

Structures of a simple people,

A people not concerned with the worldly things

Then a dark cloud flew overhead, fast and quick

It dropped something, something dark.

Everyone stopped and stared in wonder

What was this thing falling from the sky?

There was a bright flash,

A flash as bright as the sun

I could see nothing.

An ear-splitting boom followed and a gust of gray matter filled the air

I was thrown by God’s hand

I felt as if I had been thrown into the hottest depths of Hell

My body burned as if consumed by Lucifer himself 

In fear, I rose to my feet; I was alone

Everything that had been was nothing

There was only silence.

A voice pierced the stillness:

“This was my doing, my destiny

For killing was my only mission in life

They created my brother and I

They took us from the natural world, a world of peace and life

They defiled us; made us monstrosities

They burned us, pierced us, filled us with death

Their own Frankensteins we were

Perfection they called us,

Saviors they called us

I saw the looks in their eyes, I was no savior, my brother was no savior

We were the devil’s demons, given names of innocence

My name is Little Boy

The Little Boy that fell on Hiroshima that sunny August day in 1945

I remember the day well; I remember falling towards them

“RUN!” I remember screaming, “RUN!”

They couldn’t hear me crying out for them to save themselves

They just stared at me, not knowing the horrifying events to follow

From the moment I began to explode, I pleaded that they would forgive me

I never wanted to enter this world of wars, to work against God’s work

You must help me; you must tell them all,

You must tell them they mustn’t use another like me, like my brother

They mustn’t solve their battles with the bloodshed of the innocent

They mustn’t scare the Earth with another day like that one

Go now; with that I send you to make them see the errors of their ways”

At that moment I awoke, a chill still running down my spine

I must tell them, I must share with them what Little Boy has told me

They mustn’t resort to such acts of bloodshed in the hope that it will solve their problems

Little Boy has opened my eyes,

Now I must open the eyes of others

Instill in them that violence is not the answer.