Forty years have come and gone
But the wake of destruction lingers on
A Little Boy came to town
Thoughtlessly tumbling the buildings down
Besieged by but a single offense
Eighty thousand dead in an instance
Ashen shadows mark the spot
A funeral bier and a meager plot
Has a lesson come to us from doom
Not to nurture the clouding mushroom
Hiroshima and the innocents bombed
Humanity so terribly wronged...