No apologies, no regrets, not a single sorry, from the old mouth of the last man standing from the crew who ended the second world war.
Japan started the conflict, that was how the US closed it— with two exploding periods. Periods that bent the knees of the Land of the Rising Sun. Periods that marked how ending wars could be done.
Fading is the warning of the first nuke’s gravity. There might be more to come, oh, we’ll see. From one bloodshed to another, I wonder when will human lives weigh more than a bloody war.
A fragile new bud
tries to crack leftover snow—
men kill to survive.
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