Hiroshima Gary Moore

They still remember the day when Little Boy dropped from his womb
They still remember how their homes became their children's tombs
Their suffer mourn each soul who died that August morning
Why don't we listen, why don't we heed the warning?

Hiroshima, the place where innocence was burned
Hiroshima, the memory makes my stomach turn
Hiroshima, the world should truly feel the shame
Hiroshima, the place where facing death became the way of life

So many children have been born who cannot read or write
They cannot speak, they cannot hear and some have lost their sight
Adults with infant minds don't know the reason why
For they were in their mothers' wombs when death fell from the sky

Hiroshima, the place where innocence was burned
Hiroshima, the memory makes my stomach turn
Hiroshima, the world should truly feel the shame
Hiroshima, the place where facing death became the way of life

The rest of us should learn a lesson from their sorrow
So we can stop it all happening tomorrow

Hiroshima, the place where innocence was burned
Hiroshima, the memory makes my stomach turn
Hiroshima, the world should truly feel the shame
Hiroshima, the rest of us must take the blame