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nUkiEmOLe poems by otheRs #02/ 15 May 2018 UN-known poet from Hiroshima 1945

nUkiEmOLe poems by otheRs #02/ 15 May 2018

UN-known poet from Hiroshima 1945

 

UN-known poet from Hiroshima 1945

“I come and stand at every door

But none can hear my silent tread

I knock and yet remain unseen

For I am dead for I am dead

I’m only seven though I died

In Hiroshima long ago

I’m seven now as I was then

When children die they do not grow

My hair was scorched by swirling flame

My eyes grew dim my eyes grew blind

Death came and turned my bones to dust

And that was scattered by the wind

I need no fruit I need no rice

I need no sweets nor even bread

I ask for nothing for myself

For I am dead for I am dead

All that I need is that for peace

You fight today you fight today

So that the children of this world

Can live and grow and laugh and play”

 

A poem written by poet in memoriam from

“The Lies and Crimes of Hiroshima” Circa 8-06-18

 

"R" Addison

I started into believing that I would be able to show my data and my photogRapHics in 1996. By 1998 I was learning computers would gain ascendant methods thru technics of programming for a future connected to data and information. That was nuclear-Molecular finding(s) to share and my personal-Activism w first account specifics and engendering(s).

As cameras went 'digital-Tech' I fond that editing was also to follow in 2004. Then, in 2005 my first digital camera had replaced usage(s) of s.l.r. 35 mm's. I have no mercy nor pity for the thieves who have stolen my hard werk, as anxiety of what I allowed was mid-stReam--anyway! Those asshole-Pukes have cost me $1,000's on a fixed income and I remain single, sole-Survivor of two-Families w.o. offspring!

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