Like A Cherry Blossom

"Death is immoral, living is a prior duty"
Yet, they're trained to die
as instruments of the government
In front of a great enemy
desperately rearing up one last time
in self suicide attacks
Pilotboys with deadly freights
entrusting only their diaries
their angst, their hopelessness
"I hope the day will come,
when we don't have to kill people we cannot hate"
The only comfort in the idea
that their sacrifices will live on
save their children
be remembered through generations
and be forgiven
Inside the waiting loop of death
only granted a short life on this earth
and just like the cherry blossoms
ending at the peak of their beauty

their were called the Kamikaze