Sadako Folding Cranes

Sadako is folding cranes
The colour spills from the bed
Golden paper fold one thousand
Gods will grant you a wish

One mile from Misasa Bridge
The atom bomb explodes
She is blown out of the window
She is two years old

This is our cry
This is our cry
This is our cry

Tens years later
Swollen purple legs
Her pool black eyes
Family huddles
Around the bed
Her last meal tea on rice

This is our cry
This is our cry
This is our cry