SBS Poetry Anthology Part 3

The writer of today's poem wished to remain anonymous. Nevertheless, we'd like to thank him or her for writing the poem and submitting it.

‘The Education of Oppenheimer’

By ‘anon’

Look! I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.
This ‘World’ collapses, stripped of its most precious resources
Yet the destroyer feels no guilt.

Death stalks the corridors, the chilling touch felt by all
As ‘Fate’ decides your number is up.

Destroyer, you are a classic general.
You had loyal troops but, sat in your ivory tower,
your men became more numbers,
morale an intangible asset, lives simple figures to be balanced.

Destroyer, see your world. You have destroyed it.
Your legacy is desolation, your kingdom laid to waste.
Look, you have become Death.
You have destroyed your own world.