Perfect Chaos - Hiroshima Poem

He was burnt into the steps,
She folded paper cranes,
The innocent lives lost, the innocent deaths,
When little boy dropped, the aftermath in-humane.

They left the Mariana Islands with six hours of flight time to Japan,
The bomber named after Paul’s mother; Enola Gay,
It took forty-three seconds for the bomb to fall to land,
There was barely a warning, but a huge price to pay.

There’s a peace park now, a fire to eternally be burnt,
Until there is peace everywhere,
Until there is a lesson learnt,
Until everyone actually cares.

Perfect chaos seems ironic,
After what has happened,
All it took was one little click,
Who thought ‘A’ could signal the end….