Ballad of the War Moon

Armed, they followed the war moon

            And the war moon was bright.

But the midnight sky was cloudy

            And dark was the moonlight.

They were in the dark time,

            Yet their daydreams dreamt on.

And as the rockets’ red glare rose

            Dreams would be banners gone.

Their names mean little to us.

            The deeds they did seem small.

Yet their war hope was our peace hope

            And our call was their call.

Armored, they chased the peace moon,

            Though the way was doubty.

Now their life will repose forgot

            And the moon is cloudy.

Illustration: Nagasaki Atomic Bomb, MaximNews