Farah Notash

Hiroshima

 

I remember you

I remember you

I sigh with you

I cry with you

Hiroshima

 

when the bird fly

in the blue sky

with a great deep sigh

I cry … but why

Hiroshima

 

         when the wind whispers

         in green meadows

         and blows curtains

         on open windows

         I cry but why

         Hiroshima

 

on the 6th August

when the sun rises

atomic mushroom

keep growing sizes

I cry … but why

Hiroshima

 

US war machine

nonstop as seen

horror planter

on the earth so keen

I cry and cry

Hiroshima

 

we must write on ice

their name for a price

devil oil hunters

are the same…

ugly old planters 

I cry and cry

deep from the heart

oh …my oh my

Hiroshima

 

 

Farah Notash

Vienna   06.08.2004

Poem book 6

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