I stood in my muddy shoes for a moment quite shocked,
I looked above at the sound quite ignorant, my fate locked,
By vicious mankind their heart sold in for power and lust,
In seconds I would obliterate and be Pink Mist!
I am hit in a heartbeat and I feel nothing,
In a moment liberated from being an earthling,
I turn to a wisp of flesh and blood,
So little, so less, no more than mud,
Not that I mind being free from this tormenting world,
But what of my little ones, they've barely lived at all,
I am scattered fragments of a human body so soon,
Killed for no reason, no fault, no boon!
I hope my little ones die right now,
Than to live sickly in a world so foul!
I am a Pink Mist somewhere far beyond,
Liberated from the world, from all it's bonds!
Written for Midweek Motif at Poets United!
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Written in memory of Hiroshima Bombing Victims.
