Below is one of the contest entries.
TRUE COLOR AM8:15 on the 6th August in 1945 Hiroshima in Japan My home town The voice of laugh is vanished in 1 second The ash of death fell from sky The black rain painted the all of city 14millions souls Where are they now MISUNDERSTANDING makes haters Since immemorial time Again and again I never make a temple I never make a church I never make a shrine To show what is right? To tell who is wrong? To scream I am right? Control It is a thing to force No matter if you are right or wrong When you force your right It will be a "control" Understanding It is a thing to listen No matter if they are right or wrong When you listen to others It will be "Peace" Without listening No Unity Without tolerance No Honesty Without Honesty No Peace and Love The red color of flower Is that truly red or what? Without your red color glass IT WAS BLUE.
— Kawamoto Maki
All Poems Submitted to the Contest