You bombed, bombed
Now you airdrop aids
You killed, killed
God’s children
Pregnant moms
Innocent women
Poor toddlers
Weak boys and sick men
No reason
You poisoned water
You robbed, robbed
Now you want
To give sweet ice cream
To children
You are crazy
You are sick
How naughty
What a shame
How nauseating
The world is at war
This is sickening
Hypocrites
You are, yes you are
You bombed, bombed
You killed, killed
The world is at war
Humanitarian
Food, bombs and missiles.
Copyright © March 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Categories:
airdrop, allusion, bullying, discrimination, emotions,
Form: Haiku
Survivor Hope Chests
by Odin Roark
I’m of flesh and blood
hearing distant melodies
somewhere way back
behind the leafless tree,
the chicken coop,
or root cellar,
where survival is stored
for cold and wintered summers,
when breath’s rejection remains constant.
I’m of sight watching today’s resident spider
in furry overcoat waiting at web’s corner
bidding flies that never come,
knowing death as they do,
determined to live another day.
I’ll smell yesterdays forever,
for death’s rancid decay never settles,
under-tarp dankness forever stays in my hair,
and once fragrant flowers are but memory.
I’ve tasted it all,
the Red Cross coffee,
the trashcan discards,
the airdrop packets,
and even the occasional meal,
but most of the time,
the longing bile of my emptiness.
But…
I can still touch my toes,
sometimes of blistered history,
sometimes of flapping sole
clinging tenaciously as only friend.
And…
I tell myself tomorrow will come.
There will be another day.
I can make it.
Categories:
airdrop, hope,
Form: Prose Poetry