(D. Morgan), 1971There’s a shadow of a man at Hiroshima
where he’d pass the noon
in a wonderland at Hiroshima
‘neath the August moon
And the world remembers his face
– remembers the place was here..
Fly the metal bird to Hiroshima
and away your load.
Speak the magic word to Hiroshima
let the sky explode.
And the world remembers your name
– remembers the flame was here..