Cry out a silent cry,
For all of those innocent lives,
For all of those who died.
The atoms in the air,
Split and brought despair.
The thunder in the night,
Brings the darkest light.
Can you hear,
The mothers weeping?
Can you see,
Souls that are fleeting?
The blood is on our hands,
Of all those seeking,
Shelter from the war,
That is reaping.
We have become death,
The destroyer of worlds.
The blood in the ground,
Cries out a silent sound...
Of Innocence.
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