Bombing Poems

Bombing the Ho Chi Minh Trail, 31 May, 1970

B-52: a city on its own. 
You mess with us, we’ve got technology.
I loved it when we flew into the zone:
as Ernie said, “We’ll kill ’em till they’re free.”

My job? To watch the black cascade of death
and myriad explosions in the woods:
Louisiana lilt – “You hold your breath,”
that’s Ernie’s voice – “delivering the goods!”

The pretty

Who Killed Our Jesus

Whoever killed Our Jesus
Son Of God
Now has a killing machine.

Copyright © March 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.

Death to all the Angels

Death to all the angels,
	Death in the crying sky.
The eyes of hungry babies probe us.
	They plead with us in abject terror.
In ghettoized Gaza,
	No mother and child will sleep,
Bombed as they weep,
	They are the fish in a barrel.
This is collective punishment
	Of all the guilty infants.
All the guilty Palestinians will be cleansed,
	They will be purged in reprisal.
The

Blood Nights

(It's really hard to ignore the videos of the injured kids... It really is heart wrenching) 

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And then the night turned red
And screams were heard
of kids painted in blood 
And a tiny hand waved
From beneath a wrecked home

Kids with names printed on their wrists 
Crying for mothers in refuge camps, 
Some bathed in blood

Lullaby

I’d like to sing to you a lullaby
To make all your troubles disappear
Tell you there is no need to cry
That you will never know hate or fear

But I must tell you about the boy in class
With a gun tucked in his backpack
And how life can be taken in a flash
And some mistakes can’t be taken

Bombing In Mumbai

Was it him?
No,
his brothers
tied grenades.
on dead black birds
heaved them high.
to fly, wings tied back,
up to a third story balcony.

Oklahoma City Bombing 25th Anniversary

Oklahoma City Bombing
25th anniversary
9:02
April 19, 1995
April 19, 2020
Written: By Tom Wright

I only hear the silence as I stride,
twixt granite chairs neatly set in rows.
The 168 chairs epitomize each life,
now neath a sea of grass that grows.

Today my psyche visits this place,
albeit, here, their Spirits do not rest.
However, a Monument and Reflection pool,
usher memories, as if

The Terrorists Were Suceeding Beyond Their Wildest Dreams Found Poem

the Terrorists were succeeding beyond their wildest dreams

the terrorists were succeeding 
beyond their wildest dreams
they thought what were the chances 

it was so much better,
 easier than they thought
as the bombs dropped all around them

to where it would end
they did not know
All they knew was that 
it was all about to end
you see we were

War

In an old, crumbling town,
Everyone's been feeling down,
Children crying in despair,
Planes bombing in the air.

The war is intense, sad and deep,
But it has promises it yearns to keep,
Tormented with nightmares they never sleep,
Thus they can only sit and weep.

 Soldiers defeated, arms chopped off,
Horses dying in the loft,
The dead child lay limp and soft,
It’s mourning

A Flashback of the Day

After coming back from church last night, wishing everyone a Happy Easter, my sister's only wish was to watch The Greatest Showman. So, my mother and I took our seats next to her and watched, right in the dining table, with our dinners in front of us. It was past eleven when we got back

The Manchester Bombing

Manchester, Manchester please dont cry
How I wish, I could wipe your watery eyes
These images I see terrifies me
Mothers in mourning,fathers are broken
Manchester, Manchester please dont cry
Families are hurting 
Cities in fear
Nations uprooting, religon dividing
Policitians deciding, the world waring
Manchester, Manchester keep the faith
These souls that were taken will surely fly
Heaven is awaiting
Manchester, Manchester hear these words
Angels

A Bombing of Recollection

Furiously clacking away
At a tiny keyboard,
One parent computer-sentry,
The other a full time zone away.
When I manage to sneak a second,
Looking at all the contests
I would never have a chance
To enter, I wonder:
What is a blitz?
And thus spawned a small ditty,
Albeit a quick one,
On life, death, and the keeping of memories.
Almost a month later did I

Bombing Without Mercy

When America bombed Hiroshima our city,


Three days later without pity,

They bombed Nagasaki and ruined the city.

Killed at least 200,000 people.




It was a normal day.

We were all going either to work, or school.

That day, I was very excited because

I was chosen to be “it” for hide and seek.

I was counting down, when I saw

A big ball

The Bombing of Dresden

THE BOMBING OF DRESDEN--    MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE - 
There was a night, I still recall it now,
as winters cold had turned to soft and mild,
and gave us hope, that time would still allow
the passing by--of death--as death was filed.

What manner of a beast, or tyrant king,
would set the path to bring destructions' fall
from

Bombing Indonesia

Bombing Indonesia
So they broke the law and smuggled drugs etc. How about we drop some 1000lb bombs on Jakarta and nuke each individual Indonesian air force, navy and army base? FOR A BIT OF FRIGGING FUN? FRIG YEA. What comes around goes around.

The Aussies lied on scrapping their F-111s. A recon bird flew high over

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