Things My Father Told Me
After the blast, there was no sound;
people’s shadows crushed into the ground;
the dark abyss of humanity’s soul
revealed by an act – unspeakable. Foul.
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Very dark poem, BB, and so is the photo. Sometimes this earth can be a very cruel place. Lots of love to you ❤
It certainly can be so, Mabel. Hope you’re having a lovely weekend in Melbourne. It’s pretty warm here in Sydney. 🙂 xxx
Human beings are a wretched lot.
We are when we do things like this, Nancy.
Human behavior makes one wonder if civilization is ever possible.
It does seem to be an unattainable goal, Charles.
That’s a powerful one.
The devastation caused by this single act is beyond comprehension.
wow, what an amazing thing to have happened (the shadow – not the bomb)
My dad told me about this when I was about 10 and I was so astounded and affected by it. To go to Hiroshima and the Peace museum has been an almost lifelong dream of mine. The girlfriends I was travelling with took my luggage and went off early to the island that we were staying on, and I spent the whole afternoon at the museum – a very moving experience.
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