Little Boy

The sirens blared, then stopped and started once more,
The city Hiroshima fearfully teeters,
When finally the plane Enola Gay tore,
The sky- releasing from nine thousand meters,
Weighing the same, fell in forty four seconds,
Due to crosswinds the bomb’s trajectory bends,
Radiation, fire, shockwaves break at high rate,
Little Boy’s destruction haunts us till date
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