Doctor Grandma

We make paper cranes

sing songs for peace

think of Sadako

meditate,

wonder at the images

August 6th of ’45,

the pilots shocked

at the fire cloud,

100,000 gone in a flash of light

People on fire sit in shock,

Children cry, skin falls away,

and I like to think

after 80 years

that we have LEARNED,

that we are BETTER,

but I know that fear is still a tool

used by those drunk on their power,

to create a world where we exist

apart from one another,

So it is good to gather here,

to remember and to pray,

that this horror may never show itself

on any future day,

Good to look around the room,

see others here for peace,

Set a lantern on the river,

Lift a crane and set it free.

cfblack 08-06-2018, revised 8-13-2024

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