Blooms of fire erupt the skies,
Thousands watched; reflection burned in their eyes
Blinding, brighter than even that of the sun
But this was just the start, it was far from done
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Some simply blinked out, existence erased
Others not so lucky, Death they wished they’d embraced
Burning in Hell it seemed, though they were not dead yet
Even in another life, this pain they would never forget
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A kind old grocer takes his last breaths
A mother dies with a newborn on her chest
A pet that will never get to say goodbye
A child who couldn’t live before he died
A college student won’t see their graduation
All held accountable for the action of their nation
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Madness that dwells within a human form
That vision of kindness begins to deform
Morality greys in the eyes of the powerful
If it benefits them, who are they to feel sorrowful?
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The other side as well, we must now ponder
Because war can turn even the most righteous man into monster
To the ones the internment camps held, this was hope
They smiled and cheered as they grabbed that rope
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A young man conscripted to a war bigger than him
A kind scholar whose chances of living were slim
A husband ripped from his new wife and child
A brother sought revenge for his sister - defiled
A girl who wanted to help heal all she could
All yearning to save the world by doing good
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Deaths of their comrades were not in vain,
Something had come that was worth all the pain
But whom is truly evil; a devil who killed 2,000
Or could it be a hero who destroyed 200,000?
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And that man who rode up in the sky, lives in his hands
Spare the innocents, or do as his country demands
Who knew if he hesitated, pushing that button
If he did or didn’t - of pain he was a glutton
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How does one live with themselves, after something like that?
The suffering that ensued were the consequences he begat.
Whether it was necessary or not, how could I decide?
After all, I’m not a god who dictates if someone lives or dies.
