Polish Your Bomb
Polish Your Bomb
Oh how mighty and special they are!
Hail thee to our lovely bombs!
Hark to the power of the bomb
Our own bombs that we love and desire
Situated in our homes to keep us safe
Located in our factories to give security
We love our bombs like nothing else
More important than a parent, cousin,
Sibling, wife, friend or pet
We live our lives to worship our bombs
Waiting for that special day
On that day we will blow ourselves up!
All together in a timed display of power
Dying as one when we detonate our bombs
Some people have unique bombs
Those are more special than the rest
Tho of course all have those attributes
One man had a bomb for underwater demolition
He would die while having a crap on his bog
Another loved his dinner plane sized anti-tank mine
His death would be driving his small car over it
All the explosions were timed together
Linked by atomic clocks which were all linked
These would blow up the town centre
But before the grand event there was a practice
There were two switches on the bombs:
Safe and Armed
The practice would be carried out on Safe
A signal would be sent from the nuclear clocks
A yellow light would illuminate
This meant get ready
After thirty seconds it would go to red
Red meant detonate and die
The bomb owners would flick the Armed switch
Then all be blown to bits when the bombs went up
A follow up signal would be sent too
Just to make sure all went as planned
Of course that would only take place on the day
This was a test to prepare everybody
And it ran smoothly without a hitch
Afterwards a carnival atmosphere descended
People showed their neighbours their bombs,
‘Oh look at my lovely bomb, it’s a fragmentation.’
The bombs were polished and cared for
Worshipped and shown ultimate unconditional love
Time ticked down and the day and hour was here
It was Bomb Detonation Day!
Just like the practice but for real
People wore their Sunday Best, got ready and smiled
The clock reached twelve, signals were sent, switches flicked
And everything soon went boom!
Millions of individual explosions merged together
From a pound of High Explosive to a megaton and more
Everyone’s bombs went Kaboom!
The blasts were spectacular like a living thing
Houses, businesses, town halls and people disintegrated
It happened everywhere in every country
The world as we know it ceased to exist
Humanity died because they worshipped their bombs
Only debris and destruction remained
The world was at peace
Copyright © Nick Armbrister Jimmy Boom Semtex | Year Posted 2020
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