Peace Park In Hiroshima

So gently falls the mist of peace today:
Gaunt skeleton of steel industrial frame
Is all that's left of the city blown that day.
The grave of nameless ones who bore no blame
Beneath a grassy mound in sleep they stay.
There roses grace a garden lit by flame.
O bell, your mournful sounds each day release
Old memories with love worldwide for peace.

The cryptic statue with her arms outspread
To bless a thousand paper cranes beneath
By children made for nameless children dead.
Before a cenotaph is laid a wreath
By silent masses, moving words unsaid.
So bright the sun, so sweet the air they breathe.
A flight of winging birds from earth release
Old memories of hope that wars would cease.

by Iwao Mizuta

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