Womb of Fire

The crimson liquid ooze to the fierce face
The bomb whistle its best song
Accompanying the gong of old times
When the Hiroshima and Nagasaki crawl in terror...
When the thousand feet afield to a pilgrimage
To pitfalls of death.

The sweat of hate and wrath
is like Chernobyl
Powerless, no strength to control the explosion
and blood cancer....
As thousand babies dying...
As thousand Sadako's cranes flying....
And now the womb of fire is mature for another collision
Of heaven and Earth.....