A tribute to those who suffered, to those who still suffer and,
most of all, to those who work tirelessly to insure that the children of
the future will not continue to suffer our folly— kodomo no tame ni.
Thy Fearful Symmetry
They say it didn't happen that way,
some died quick, others not at all,
all held in the sway of "necessity"
called down from the sea to wash away our sins,
yet even now burns brightly beneath their skins.
They say It didn't happen that way,
but in that way success is born
and for those whose time had come,
or those that lingered to pray in silence
at the altar of war, it was another day in gray light
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burning brightly beneath our skins.
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Somewhere, deep in the skin of their ghosts,
hubris burns brightly, renewed in the curse
of Prometheus plucking our livers from
the ashes of Fukushima-Daiichi where they said,
again they said, "It didn't happen that way,
but there in the distant keep of our desire
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burned brightly, beneath our skins.
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They say, to end a war we must light up the day or
to light a lamp, place a speck of sun upon a coastal ledge
where ashen ghosts are still at play among the ruins,
their shadows lengthened into rays of paper, fan and broom.
By fire or by sea are the sins of ignorance swept clean
they say, while a thousand folded paper cranes pass by
in lingering review they spin eternities in hubris gray,
they calculate the half-life of the day burning brightly
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