War does two things. It robs the future of it’s potential while it opens doors for what is possible. The 5 ton Atom bomb the United States dropped on Hiroshima, August 6, 1945 took 80,000 people instantly and tens of thousands more in the next few weeks. Yes, we ended the war, a victory for sure, but an ending to any war is the beginning of so many more. And the effects ripple into the future generations.
No, I wasn’t there, so I can’t speak of the sudden impact of death and deafening screams. I can imagine what it must have been like, but I cannot embody that same fear, pain and devastation. The closest one to me who knew anything about the ravage of war could not tell. He never was released completely from his captivity. So those he loved suffered…my own war began.
I hear the threats of retaliation still between nations, while at the same time hear them memorialize and remember to never forget that we want peace. Is that not irony?
Bombs bursting in air
Paint the future in shrapnel
Dusk is Winter’s gray
dVersepoetspub.com it is haibun Monday. 1 to 3 paragraphs of prose followed with a haiku. Today is the 73 anniversary of the bombing of Hiroshima., marking the end of WW11.
An effort in writing what I don’t completely understand.
I didn’t want to bail.
I cannot get this to space correctly!