Below is one of the contest entries.
Still Remains The drop of the bomb Caused many to suffer. Blood became rivers Of children, adults and elderly. This very day August 6, 1945 Terror shook the ground, As wave of death washed over Japan. The true face of the bomb, unknown, Till thousands of bodies, Killed and burned Was buried under ash and buildings. Families and friends, All taken away Craved deep wounds within each living soul That cannot be treated. The guilt, Of watching love ones withstand the pain Will never be erased. It remains, Haunting ones alive every day. One alive yearns for one dead For death is justified By only one statement, "It saved American lives" It saved American lives But what about the others? Innocent citizens of Japan Their lives, no less than ours. Survivors today, Wants only peace For their family Their children, their grandchildren. Though the story remains, Passed down As if it warns The threats of war The dead were respected by people today, Who left the world With nothing but pain and hatred Of the reddish black Earth That was once their home Today, Americans marched along With Hibakushas, survivor of the bombing For all, who had suffered. For we, Americans Had been through the same. The day of 9/11 The great lost, Of family, friend, fire-fighter and police People who given their lives In trade of our own. All lessons had been learned, Will never be forgotten The atomic bomb Will never be used again For only, It will be for show of power, Of confident, of control And peace in the world!
— Janet Zheng
All Poems Submitted to the Contest