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Oppenheimer's Lament or ... The Sad Tale of a Thought Gone Wrong Great petals in the sky burst yellow, red. On stems of fire, mad flowers take their bloom And in their madness call forth mankind's doom. In seconds short, all are among the dead. As far as eyes can see, the land laid waste, As far as ears can hear, the sounds of pain And some perceive such frightful loss as gain Althought there's only ashes left to taste. From smallest seeds this demon giant did grow. From minds of men comes such an awesome beast That looks at life as tidbits in a feast And revels in the worlds that it lays low. All life is death. all souls are gone to sod. Such is the way when man plays games as God. |
Additional Notes:
Robert J. Oppenheimer, an American physicist was instrumental in the creation of the atomic bomb
of which he said, when viewing the test,(quoting Vishnu) "We have become Death, the destroyer of worlds"
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