Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA
Kokura is a city on the west coast of Japan,
A testament to nature and the excellence of Man.
It is a thriving city filled with modern industry.
Its citizens are properous and there is luxury.
It has a modern monorail for everyone to use
And you can gamble daily at the Racecourse should you choose.
Kokura Castle has been there since sixteen hundred two,
An absolutely striking sight for anyone to view.
Each year brings their Grand Festival, one million people strong
March and dance and raise their voices gaily into song
And, at Yasaka Shrine they humbly bow their heads and pray
For peace, rich harvests and good fortune to be sent their way.
The residents are quite content, as well as they should be.
Their ancestry can be traced back to early history.
They love to work and love to play and love their fellow man
And so life goes in this town on the west side of Japan.
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Nagasaki is another city we know in Japan,
A testament to horror and destructiveness of Man.
It has rebuilt itself well in the fifty-five years passed
Since it was leveled fully by that large atomic blast.
But scars still show across the city, scattered here and there
And old men still have wounds and burns and walk with listless stare.
Cruel radiation still wreaks havoc on the elderly
And, though a full half-century's passed, there's still anxiety.
One hundred fifty thousand people failed to survive
That cruel event that ran its course in 1945
But they have bravely battled back, rebuilding what they had.
To think of what they've gone through makes the heart turn cold and sad.
There's an "Atomic Museum" in the middle of the square,
A testament to suffering for all who enter there.
A statue stands of Buddha, one arm out, one at his side,
Protector who could not protect the thousands who had died.
So there stands Nagasaki, bravely moving on ahead.
Their hopes lie in the future. All the past they knew is dead.
A brand new city on the rise and beautiful at last
But doomed to live in infamy for its horrendous past.
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On August 9th of '45, the plane flew overhead,
B-29 named Bockscar�..armageddon in its bed.
The bomb was called the "Fatman", bigger than the "Little Boy"
Which dropped on Hiroshima with a mission to destroy.
Just after 10, the pilot listened to the radio
Advising him he must proceed�the mission was a "go".
He told the crew to ready all, with trembling in his voice
Then headed for Kokura, the Allies target choice.
It was a cloudy morn that day. The pilot made a pass
And then again - then one more time till they were low on gas.
Afraid of running out of fuel, the only thing to do
Was head for Nagasaki, which had been choice number two.
Such ways is history written, friends. Fate really can be strange.
So many lives were altered by that one last-minute change.
Kokura suffered nothing. Nagasaki got the blast
Because it was a cloudy day and they were low on gas.
[This message has been edited by Balladeer (04-28-2010 08:19 AM).]