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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