First there was the light The sound of destruction. Then came the whirlwind Of nuclear immolation, No ashes left only Dust to scatter All that love reduced to Charred organic matter. Survival was borrowed In waves of pain. From the sky fell down A black, black rain. It was all for nothing - A test on civilian flesh: The survivors mourned Their loved ones deaths. Sadako survived the initial Blast, thrown out of a window Amid the glass; just two years old With family who loved her. Grandma perished, but she kept Her father, brother and mother. She was well for a while Then the atoms worked their Dark destructive magic. Yet still the victors celebrated And justified the tragic. "To the person who folds One thousand Cranes, a wish will be granted" The legend was clear, so Sadako folded, Hopeful hearted. A thousand cranes came and went Fashioned out of scraps of paper, Heaven-sent. Ten years had passed since the Monsters dropped The Bomb On people who were already beaten - Women, children; old and young. Sadako died, her wish not granted: To simply return home cured And finish the life that she had started.