By the waters of Fukushima
Nuclear Plant we sat down
and wept among the gone willows
where we were hung like songs
who required water from harps
please forgive us sweet water
for making you suffer over and over
even if you do not remember us
in some no longer foreign land
as the one who said kill him kill him
and took mirth in your torture
your little ones smashing to pieces
let him come back now to heaven
enough playing at being a god.
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