Whitemen's Idiocy

They said: history - past though, but dreadful it was...

And also they: erstwhile laid vast notes made no sense...

The witty one came and argued not, but demonstrated;

Let the pipe lit and smoke fully fills,

Whole room be seized clearly opaque

And ruin both the lungs, trouble not a lot?

Though the tongue-less cells, can't cough

Little series of burst by lysis, to feel atleast

those pains and scars of both volatiles

Little Boy and Fatman of Manhattan project

The effects on Hiroshima, Nagasaki now

Knows by odd flowers, vivid with fault

Uncultivatable and radiating landmasses

Bear thyroid, breast, lung cancers, the survivors

Loosen teeth and tasteless buds and if eat,

Engulfed food spurts half-way along the gut.

Bleeds somewhere while walk, more than a pain

It's been a curse so far lasts, decades long

Boneless, skinless and lungless children born

And if hearts survive, no peace, place for love.

The recompense no way be compensated

Over centuries, the idle lives in lifelessness

Ever enduring the sufferings, man's idiocy,

Zenith of Whitemen's Burden accomplished.

Still made no sense?

Silly people trace only the shadows of letters and not the carved white gaps.

Smell and see the ashes and silhouettes, can't they ...

And never can't they, if did, so deaf they,

overhear never before that two big bang blast...