Hiroshima
What used to be beautiful Hiroshima, now lay in ashes
Once the sickly yellow mist cleared, the reality sank in
Rubble replaced the once beautiful architecture
Their skin hanging like the rags that once covered them
Children stumbled over the remains of their brethren
Corpses replaced the pathways they took to school every morning
No child returned home from school that day
To eat the lunch their parents never got to cook
The sun, once a symbol of hope, now burned into their raw skin
A city of 300,000 innocent silenced forever by the irrationality of war
Ananya Menon
Year 8
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