When geisha girls waved at the enemy planes
From open windows of bamboo homes
They had no inkling of the stark outrage
The universe saw a while later–
The world sprang to war a second time
With the power inequation shooting to a high
Setting a clamp on Nipponese fortunes
With Pearl Harbor prompting the fatal show.
Nagasaki and Hiroshima were the sequel
With entire biodiversity going to hell,
Nothing remaining of the Holocaust
Except ravishment and relentless ruin.
Embraced only by the fuselage
Of flaming fighter planes struck down
The blighted Mikado shunned dear life
And sought refuge in the atomic waste.
But this soon became a blurred memory
When he bounced back to enviable shape
By dint of labour and sheer industry
That rebuilt the Samurai’s defiant might.
The proud empire was the Orient’s pride
With endless treasures lustrous as pearls
Which seekers tirelessly plunged to attain
And always returned to visit again.
An accursed soothsayer said the dire words
That history repeats. It was a foul omen.
Another visitation befell the nation
That bent before no mortal phenomenon.
Cruel fate plucked her out of euphoria
With foul interplay of land and sea,
The very benefactors that gave her plenty,
Now snatching from her their gifts and bounty.
The sterling folk never known to capitulate
Now throw up in air their helpless hands
Hoping to attract some heavenly messenger
Who would yet again reverse their fortunes.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast
And all is not lost for habitual sufferers
But nothing terrestrial would ever suffice
To spur these lives of unmitigated blight.