I was born in Nagasaki
To a mother and father
Japan isn’t what it used to be
There’s bombing like no other
I was just a little boy
When my families fled
It was horrible to me
Surely people are dead
Hopefully, I am a survivor
At my age of just twelve
Japan’s attacked by a bomber
Must we have to attack unhelped?
It’s very upsetting
To see the defenseless
I am last to be surviving
Bombs go off in all directions
I am Yasuyoshi Fukushima
A boy of only defenselessness
Pleaded with survival with China
But in the end, it’s very hopeless
I am pleading my surviving
Because I am only a small child
Helplessly I am tired of dying
As the rubble is getting stockpiled
Troubled with my own life
Weakened with every last breath
Can I pray for any relief?
Hopefully, I’m not the only one left
Because it’s a ghost town here
I haven’t been sturdy
Struggling myself as I shed a tear
Hope to see water because I’m so thirsty
I pray for the dying souls
And for lost loved ones
Tiresome of this as it unfolds
Displeasing to have filled lungs
Thankfully all of the destruction went away
And our city was saved once again
I hear the beautiful winds as they sway
Having to keep that worrisome in vain
Poetry