Testo 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