A swarm of fighter jets whiz across the eastern skies
Trembling below
The city of wood and beauty
Serene gardens
Ten Thousand shrines
A life of millions
But then; disarmed and un-pickled
The planes just fly away
Was it the pilots
Was it the western cabinet
Was it the beauty of the gardens below
No one really knows!
Two big bombs fell elsewhere
Million lives lost to hatred
Cities burnt down to ashes Urban Monsters have now taken their place
But down here
The temples stand tall against the cedar trees
The gardens are still tranquil and green
As an alien to this drowning civilization
I sit here by a temple pond
Beside me, carps swim and dance in a myriad of colors
As clear water ripples around their snouts and fins
The reflected sunlight shines and glitters
Standing in stoic silence
Stone lanterns and tea houses tell tales to one another as they relive the past glory
Another plane flies high now
A white streak is left behind as a trail
Slowly, like human history
As all the traces gently fade
The eastern sky is finally blue again
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