When they said ‘Little Boy’, this is the image that appeared in my mind… a young boy… innocence… naughtiness… tantrums… and that all. Not 100 miles perhaps did the thought of a bomb appear in mind! A bomb that killed thousands and more!
And they named the bomb ‘Little Boy’ … IRONIC… don’t you think?
NOT SO LITTLE- LITTLE BOY
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Or sarcasm meant, perhaps
For ‘Little Boy’ it is so-called
And a devilish feat
He portrayed, hundreds of thousands
Allay as deep. Aye! No words endorsed
And I still wonder, like I marvelled
Then, a joke? I couldn’t laugh
It slandered out and that was all
Whats next? I merely reasoned
Mama made me run, naked
As I wondered, where my clothes?
Then I moaned and hushed it
I dozed and wondered if I did
‘Cause real as fire, not funny yet
I whimpered with soundless cries
Treaded on men as i moved, heads
Said sorry but who did judge?
Now phases have passed though
Agony still sears, I still wonder
Why ‘little boy’ they called it
If little was not comparable
For my nation is perishing since
Curse upon thee, I say.
sania harris |
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