In the 1950’s, our teacher told us to dive
Under our desks
As a dry run
For the Atomic War bomb drill.
The initial blast would blow out
The windows
Followed by superheated
Streams of searing
Gas. Those whose flesh
Wasn’t initially
Stripped from their bones
Would suffocate,
While those further from
Ground zero would be sprayed
With dense radioactive fallout--
Fatal scars and cancers.
Hiroshima had taught us
Something:
Mercy wouldn’t spare anyone from
Suffering,
God’s little children
Would burn like the rest,
But at least we could practice
Our bomb drills
Once a month,
Showing how cooperative and
Obedient we could be
In the face of overwhelming odds.
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