In Hiroshima - a pictoral poem by T Newfields

Frida: No discourse seems to fit for Hiroshima. No explication seems to hold.
Dmiritri: Let's pray that Hiroshima and Nagasaki will be our last acts of nuclear madness.
Ying: (laughing) I doubt that humans are that intelligent. We still have much to learn about resolving conflicts without violence.
Satoru: (thoughtfully rubbing his chin) I choose to be optimistic. When pressed against the walls of necessity, it's surprising what we can learn.