Napalm
It was a roar like no other you’d ever hear,
It always brought death and fear;
And limbs and the already dead, jumped
Up to meet it, the tin tube from America,
Bringing the end of life to everything
And if you only felt the heat, maybe you’d not
Heard the roar; or your daughter’s screams
As her flesh fell from her bones
It was a scream like no other you’d ever hear.
Copyright © Peter Lewis Holmes | Year Posted 2015
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