Presidential Visit – A Poem


The President went to Hiroshima,

the place of the first atomic attack.

He carried his heart in an old knapsack.

He went where no sitting president

ever ventured before, journeyed

through time to a long ago war.

He stood at the very place where death 

fell from the sky, where the mushroom cloud 

sucked up the earth, rose higher than high.

His words poured forth like a passionate poem,

a poem filled with power, as he placed 

a white wreath on a sea of white foam.

He bowed before the city’s eternal flame,

cried out for a world deeply in pain,

swore we must not let it happen again.

We must choose our vantage point well,

above the bomb or beneath, On one side

is hubris, on the other is grief.

David Krieger

June 2016

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