Oppenheimer, In Poetic Review
Big Enough To End All Wars
The music rumbles in his head
As the world breezes by
Colored shapes and patterns bled
Like watercolors in the sky
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Pulling forces much like magnets
Changing what was once believed
Into manageable fragments
Loosing what needed to be freed
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Can’t keep a good man down, they say
Rules didn’t apply to them
Living in the shades of grey
With no one to condemn
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Phone taps and conclusions
Rising quickly from the masses
Lost in vague delusions
Seeing through a genius’ glasses
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Isotopes and atoms
Protons, neutrons and its sound waves
Stirring up the bottom
Raising the cost of being saved
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Certain probabilities
The urgent need to find the truth
Providence and clarity
A scientific sleuth
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What was learned from Oppenheimer
Seems to have come a bit too late
Compacting atoms, increased the fire
Making it harder to be saved
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A perfect review/critique of this movie and a short lesson in Physics to boot.
Nailed it!!!
I've still not watched this movie but it's on my watchlist. Loved your poem!
"Big Enough to End all Wars" didn't quite work, did it? It just kept us from facing one another directly while making others suffer as our proxies. And now with Ukraine, we're dangerously close to going hot. Salvation does seem more & more difficult to come by, my friend, at least this side of eternity. Incredibly well done, Kelli!
So beautifully written and on point. I still have to watch the movie, though. Thanks for this poetical review.
I think this may very well be my NEW favourite piece of yours (one amongst so many!)! https://youtu.be/Z11TqONtZuA?si=wo7MfTL-hTRHnxNW
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