When geisha girls waved at the enemy planes
From open windows of bamboo homes
They had no inkling of the stark outage
That the universe saw a second 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 Harbour 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 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 jewel
With endless treasures lustrous as pearls
That seekers tirelessly plunged to attain
And always returned to visit again….
Till another visitation of foul omen
Befell the nation that bent
Before no mortal phenomenon.
Cruel fate plucked her out of euphoria
With evil interplay of land and sea,
The very benefactors that gave her plenty
Now snatching away their gifts of bounty.
The sterling folk never known to capitulate
Now throw up their hands in the air
Hoping to attract some divine messenger
Who would reverse their lot once again.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast
While all is not lost for sufferers,
But nothing terrestrial will ever suffice
To spur these lives
Of unmitigated blight.
(This poem was published in my 2012 collection Thus Spake the Hour, and is a reflection on the disasters in Japan following the tsunami)