Bombs Poems

Listen to the voice of the poet

Come on big men of the world
You that owe the power
You have already had much money
To move on soldiers
You have already had much gold
To feel stronger
You have already had luxury palaces
To live comfortably safer in
And fields, ground, soil, trees,
Rivers, lakes and seas.

You have taken in everything your eyes can see to the horizon.

But do you

Bitterness now worshipped as religion

In Ankara and Moscow,
the ground is crimson red ~
a carpet spread on fields once green.
Life’s fluid, like red gold,
flows as scarlet runoffs into Ottoman rivers –
lifestreams of Rossiyane and Turks
spilled from their inner oceans.
Their bones ~
lifeless as strings of dead fish,
litter seas once full of life.
The tears of fatherless children fill the Black Sea,
their futures

A CAPITALISTIC PERSPECTIVE ON WAR: A TANKA QUINTET FLOW

Bombs begetting bombs, 
War mongers are safe and sound;
Others being bombed:
The bombing of others reaps
Bloody power over them

No matter who dies,
Nuclear war bombing pays off;
Bombs begetting bombs:
Millions spent creating bombs;
Trillions reaped from their bombings:-

War is a business,
Nuclear bombs produced and sold;
Low cost drones offered:-
War is for power;
So is capitalism:-

Just do the homework:
Democracy is one thing;
Power

Hi,Humans

Hi humans,
Memo to Earth,
For what it's worth,
Peace and love are the aim,
Never bombs, weapons to maim.

When Holy Hands Drop Bombs

What makes it okay to bomb a nation?
Kill so many who don’t have a station?
Destroy a country, cities and families?
Women, babies, children and men—all tragedies—
Who never chose this war… suffer again and again.

Across the globe, a catch twenty-two
Do what I say, not as I do.
What happened to the Fifth Commandment?,
In a world where religion is

The Stars Have Stopped Shining

All of a sudden
The stars have stopped shining
Blimming sadness in Heaven
Too many babies are maimed and hurt
Too many infants are starving and suffering
Too many women are crying and mourning
And too many men are being sought
For summary executions
Where countless elders of the sad nations
Have disappeared without a trace
The pain is excruciating. What a disgrace!

All of a

Genocide in Real Time

We cowardly witnessed the genocide of many human beings
Live, live, live in real time
That was an odious, callous and vicious crime
We said nothing, absolutely nothing about the sad and awful events
Many of us were either silent or complacent about everything
Even God was absent and quiet. He did nothing, nothing
Evil doers are not humane; they are

Raining Bombs

Raining Bombs
 Why do strangers shed blood?
 Open waters, there's another flood.
 War against their own brothers.
 Weapons used to hurt others.
 Where do we run too?
 The war has been measured to you.
 Fight to survive.
 Stand tall for one life.
 The sky is raining bombs.
 What is the point of this when too

Echo of the bombs

  Echo of the bombs …
dark shadows are falling   
   upon the ruins                       

Weeping Shall Endure

The dins of war un-hushed 
the jarring of munitions 
the cacophony of starvation
the grating contempt for humanity 
the discordant silence of the Free 
. . . The World

IN THE SPRING OF CONFUSION: A TANKA DUO

Tree-branched bird staring,

Looking me right in the eyes;

We both confused:

Humsn and natural nature,

Inhibiting springing peace:-



Wars' twofold nature:

Destructive storms and bombings;

Both dooming in spring:-

God's spring cleaning is coming;

Let us get to sowing peace:-

Word bombs

Consumed by their anger, the flames they stoke.
They blame and defame, label others as "woke".
The pugnacious pen only aims to provoke..

The Horrors of War

death screams echoing around me,
no peace here violence is all you will see.
come with the wish to be a hero,
who’s hero do you plan to be when you never see home again.
there are none here all thats here is zombies in the form of men.
why didn’t you stay at home with your wife,
think about it,

It's war they cherish

So many conflicts, many nations want.
To kill, abundant arms, countries just flaunt.
Talking about wars, a thing they cherish,
it matters less, whether many perish.

On round tables, their talks always on strife:
destroy with bombs not even a knife;
invade other lands with slightest excuse
to commit shameful human rights abuse.

Their alliances rob others of their peace.
Their thirst for human

No more dirty bombs

Several threats poured in my 
mind was dizzy I knew killers 
were trying to end my life
since the failed attempts 
several shootings car bombing 
my mind focused on my 
wearing wires pregnant buying 
weapons and drugs from junk 
sick cops for the fbi now the 
corrupt officers niece was 
impersonating me catrina bell 
donaladson mckissick

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