O' Bomb

O' Bomb, I speak directly to you. A machine of the darkest purpose. O' Bomb if only you could speak. To hear your tale of those you seek. O' Bomb, even without words you speak so loudly. Coveted by some who hold you high, so proudly. In your wake you leave no mistakes. For death is your only concern, of whom is not. You have the courtesy to whistle to your target before you crash. You erase a generation in a thundering flash. You vaporize all life within your grasp. We work to improve you in every way. We make you smarter with each passing day. An education more funded than any American. But you repay your dept with death. A mightier instrument of destruction, than Zeus could have conceived. You make the enemies fear the sky. So they won't look up and ask God why. A fiend formed by man, a modern Frankenstein's Monster. Created to implement mankind's "Justice". To liberate enemies from their lives. A cold shell free of emotions and hesitation. I do not speak of you O' Bomb. But of those who implement your service. For you O' Bomb have no say in this matter. O' Bomb you are an executioner hired for one purpose. To carry out the will of those who contract out your skills. You are the one that will get them the most kills. The War Pigs salivate to your BOOM! The war profiteers please themselves to thoughts of you. But you O' Bomb have no concerns with this. For you O' Bomb, ascend above us all. And sing your Tune as we all fall.