HIROSHIMA-LAST SURVIVOR / Poem by Susana Roberts

Look at my age, ninety-three!
scars are plenty in my soul
screaming names, places and polluted water
thirsty to drink
no more clean water
rain of this black horizon
and my veins supporting
in each painful body
whose remain blind
at the eyes of love
in the blue sky
Scared by shades of darkness
my blood caught bad illness
and I survived to tell others
the voice of the hot spoiled Hiroshima
“Little Boy” from devil
took of many lives from souls
love without compassion
every dream, burned
every cell, burned
every tear, burned
every sigh, burned
inside my body
at the door of heaven-
Susana Roberts

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