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Homage to Hiroshima

The folded wings of the origami dove teased by the breeze.
The shell of the dome remembers,
A day our race realised,
The monster it had created.

It’s a truth that those people who; scorched and poisoned,
Suffered to save us all.
If it were not for that horror, and
Without the cold conflict,

Where would we now be?

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