atom/adam

on august 6th
we destroyed
a million souls
sent them skyrocketing into heaven
like bullets, or light beams

the chemist says,
"matter cannot be created
nor destroyed"
but I guess happiness isn't matter, is it?

on august 6th,
we sent our patriots
to devastate a country,
for what purpose?
we deemed a thousand efforts
worthless
and exactly sixty years later
he was born.

he left chaos in his past
and promised it for his future
planting calamities like seeds
in my life, and his own,
bombing my dreams so much they'd bleed

the chemist says
"matter cannot be created
nor destroyed"
but I guess I don't really matter to him,
do I?

cause each day,
it's a war in my home
he sends his airplanes
crashing into my ears
to invade the cities in my mind
each day,
they drop their bombs of calamity and chaos
and destroy the fields of happiness.
because to him,
my happiness doesn't matter.