New Mexico's desert was womb for Los Alamos creativity
on the morning of July 16, 1945
upon the emptiness of White Sands testing ground
theory detonated the World's reality.
We passed from a time
where war was defined and personal,
battles fought in harsh brutality,
but still a clash that drew blood of soldiers,
never risking the fate of mankind by flights of missles.
Weeks later Hiroshima's little sleeping village
in the bomb riddled landscape of Japan
became a name infamous to all,
the place where death came
through means never before imagined.
After that explosion
the planet was never the same,
peace from the horror of a world at war,
but at the price of our sense of calm,
entering the Nuclear Age
where we linger in the hallows of anxiety,
quietly suppress those darker thoughts
about how swiftly and uncontrollably
tension among nations
could end with mushroom cloud communication.
Living in the hope that sanity will somehow
hold control over those with fingers on red buttons
seeing one's children and grandchildren
and praying the day will never come
when the glow from radiation of cities in ruins
becomes their dying legacy.
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~ Desire~*~
