- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Shadow Theatre
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In Hiroshima there’s a pale shadow
cast by wars heated hand.
Destroyer of peace when it might grow
into a threat we cannot stand,
we forge the weapons we fight
cast by wars heated hand.
The Pacific Theatre showed our might,
a willingness to kill at any cost.
We forge the weapons we fight,
and care not for what was lost.
We’ll show the world what we’re made of
a willingness to kill at any cost,
with no pity, remourse, recourse or love.
Yet a pale shadow of what’s in store,
we’ll show the world what we’re made of,
if we only remember before we’re no more.
In Hiroshima there’s a pale shadow,
yet a pale shadow of what’s in store,
destroyer of peace when it might grow.
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