Never Again
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.