This was written back in the 1970s for a Hiroshima Memorial Day ceremony. Every year people gather at the boating lake in Alexandra Park in Hastings, listen to readings, sing peace songs, and launch paper boats bearing lighted night-lights onto the lake at dusk.
I have no enemies.
I do not hate the children of my neighbour’s race.
I have no wish to see their children burn,
I have no wish to hear their mothers grieve,
I have no wish to fling their ashes high
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