Ode to The Bomb
The plane that day lurched into the sky,
Pregnant with that demon child,
Heavy with the end of mankind,
Not knowing how many that day would die.
A child not to be born of nature's deeds,
Round and plump in the plane's belly,
Soon going to meet the world,
Preparing to forever haunt man's dreams.
Unholy demon child come to play,
A bona fide test tube baby concieved
In a laboratory cold as ice,
Conceived out of hatred there it lay.
The world quaked at its ugly birth,
Instilling despair and dread of
The human race becoming atom-dead,
Inspiring fear with its ghastly girth.
The Bomb.
This is quite different from the usual literary depiction of the opening of the atomic age. Generally, people either condemn or idolize it, but I like how you did something different with it.
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