Japan, the Empire of the Sun,
Sought empire more in World War II.
But by the time the war was done,
The sunless days of Japan grew.
Young in Japan, both friend and foe,
Were very lucky to survive
As nuclear bomb winds did blow.
Some young victims were left alive,
But those who lived would always be
A victim of that time and place,
All traumatized to some degree,
Wary of future they would face.
Some young never get old before
They are the victims of some war.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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