The wind blew,
Taking the loosened,
Across a plane.
Its essence,
Was omnipresent,
And touched all, the same.
The white light,
arrived,
blasting those in front.
People finished,
Others withered,
Taking the brunt.
Homes were smashed,
Babes were skinned,
Orphans abound.
60 years later,
The death in the air,
Is still filling the ground.
Gamma and alpha,
Never change,
However far you look.
This is the risk,
That during this time,
Our politicians took
Their actions,
To this day,
Are still all, the same.
Minority counts.
Laws are made,
It’s just in the name.
Between the reason,
And the fact,
A chasm exists.
To be corrected,
Not in this age,
We have to live the pitch.
