How does it feel to be a god?
To smite a city in the blink of an eye?
Standing in that desert, dumbstruck and awed.
Because of you, in fire, those cities die.
In the moment you dreamt up that bomb,
You made a god of the lowly atom.
Was it intentional to call it Trinity?
When you mass produced death for humanity?
But once the genie left the bottle it can't be returned.
It is your doing the earth was nearly burned.
Now you have become death, the destroyer of the world.
In your hand is an execution warrant waiting to be unfurled.
You are not the only one we should blame,
In sleep, in confusion, in the depths of shame,
Although you made the world so grim,
The good deeds a man has done before defend him.
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Songs of Saints and Sinners
PoetryAn attempt to understand the divine and faith through my eyes. A collection of poems inspired by Blake, Milton and Nick Cave. From Christ to Krishna and everything in between. Basically attempts to convey some of my ideas and feelings about certain...
