THERE WERE CHILDREN TOO
There were children too
When the Fat Man was dropped
One bomb was all it took
And all life then stopped.
There were children too
When the Little Boy came to visit
One blow that just fell through
And their future was forfeited.
There were children too
In Hiroshima, Nagasaki
More than we will ever know
Their blood wrote our History.
There were children too,
In Korea as in Vietnam-
Death has no race, it's true
He's in the bombs made by man.
As long as there are men
Drunk in power, hate, and rage
There will always be the children
With their names on Death's page.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~~08.31.14
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