The world of super heroes is vast
however, the Avengers are the best
They are an amazing team
with Iron Man and his powerful beam
and Spider man with his sticky webs
and Captain America and Hulk with their powerful Jabs
There is Dr Strange with his magic
and Hawkeye whose aim is tragic
Black Widow and War Machine add their firepower
to the amazing team of ultimate power
What will it look like
when the skies are beaming red
When you looking for your siblings
and find them burning dead
Will the wildlife
cease to exist
when the bombs and firepower
fail to desist
How close are we
to an inevitable end
When our love for people
no longer makes them friends
If only
we could learn to love
rather than dropping evil
from above
I simply ask
that you think about you and me
Before you start
World War III
Israel's prowess, ever bolder
Hamas lit up, Gaza smolders
America's firepower, ever older
for a failed worldview, politicians sold 'er
Deer and bear,
Stands as though swear;
Lion
In his Zion
Roars prowl-firepower
In shower...
Monkey
In funky...
Tiger
In vigor...
Elephant
Looks so innocent...
Each for a great concert
Set...
Seismically...!
14 December 2022
The big bully of the civilised world the Russian Federation
Launched a barrage of missiles today hitting a NATO nation
Two innocent people lost their lives in the country of Poland
It's time for the west and NATO, to man up and make a stand.
Intentional or not the west and NATO, they should not ignore
Or we going to accept it was accidental until they fire more
Russia will no doubt blame Ukraine, that's the story they'll tell
The west now needs to send Putin a message and unleash hell.
Vladimir Putin the aggressor started, this war in Ukraine
Its now time to stand to him and inflict on him great pain
You cannot reason with a terrorist country and that is a fact
No more pussyfooting around ,NATO and the west needs to act.
From day one that psychopath has been spoiling for a fight
He now needs to be shown the power of NATO's military might
Putins ageing equipment from World war 2 is no match for the west
Its now time to put our firepower, and highly trained armies to the test.
Written on 15th November 2022
The idea that our founding fathers intended anyone over 18 to possess enough firepower to destroy the entire continental army of 1776 is absurd, arrogate and dangerous.
#repealthe2ndamendment
*Arrogate: to take or claim an illegal right.
Hearts torn and shattered,
Yells at tyrants, a dire plea,
Yet torture remains unbothered,
Greed inflicted agony.
Young and old precious souls,
Against murderers of democracy,
Arrogance, firepower, overrules,
Unfazed atrocity.
Those who raise their voices, beware,
For they may lie dead on the ground,
Heroes choose to dare,
Rallying justice to abound.
Who cares for Myanmar's plight?
Their struggle and their pains?
Should darkness engulf their light?
Shrugged, none of our concerns?
O wake up comfort's slumber,
Let's not be blind, their hearts bleed,
Nor let their hopes torn asunder,
Or leave their courage fade.
Crusaders of democracy,
Myanmar against tyranny,
Their lives of sacrifice,
Shall not fail our eyes.
Sky Flames
The general loved missiles.
He got a tattoo of one.
A big super-duper boom stick.
Boeing MX Peacekeeper ICBM.
Ten MIRV'd 335 kiloton warheads.
City killers on our heathen commie enemies.
The inker moaned like a boiler.
Huffing and puffing.
You represent evil.
You're the military industrial complex.
You're gonna wipe us all out.
And a dozen more rants.
The general sat there.
Listening and getting his tat.
Why didn't you say no, son?
You never had to do my tattoo?
What you represent is madness.
All that firepower, aimed at Russia.
Well son, that's the way the world works.
They aim their SS20s at us.
It's all madness.
Nice tattoo by the way.
I'll remember you when Reagan orders me
to order my boys to push the red button.
Stay cool
Feel it
Don’t blink
Sense it
Don’t move
Feel the stare
We can’t run
Stay prepared
I don’t know
What the hell they are
They got our scent
They’ve hunted us from afar
Group up
We’ve killed so many men
But not these - we ain’t killed one of them!
They surround us
So light on their feet
Harness the darkness
‘till they find fresh meat
Feel it
Stand so very still
Not far now
Death brings it own sweet chill
Their speed, their teeth
We’re no match for this fight
But we got some firepower left
Although our rounds burned into the night
We ain’t dying that way
Four grenades for us four men
Surprise will kill them
Surprise will be their end!
I can hear them
Just feet away
Don’t turn - look in my eyes
Release the hold pins
It’s time to go away.
L-ove at the highest level
U-ses the strongest affection;
C-are's sweetest firepower
I-s like the strength of a
L-ion.
S-ecurity at the highest level
U-ses the Lord God's armor;
A-iming at the tightest defense,
R-emain as great spiritual warrior.
E-arly January twenty-third, hope and faith are doing well;
Z-one of complete confidence is at the highest level.
Press your eyes with
The strength of the
Index and the ring finger.
What do you see?
See the shifting orbs of luminescent aqua,
Starry-eyed fireflies wafting in a
majestic, arrested stasis.
See the fabled constellations
Form and appear, illuminating
The dark void. They tell
Stories of primitive times,
Clinking and clunking clubs
Banging on the dusty ground
While newly-minted fire crackles,
Bursting with the galvanizing spirit
Of God’s creationist firepower.
See the subdued hues ooze freely,
Seeping into each other to form
Fractious fractals, each corner and
Angle forming the triangular wings
Of angels singing the songs of
Heavenly peace and joyful sublime.
Take your index and ring finger off your
Eyes. What do you see?
See a darkened world seemingly dejected,
But with glinting color orbs all around,
Threatening to burst through the sun-kissed
Meridians, lingering in purgatory.
One only needs the strength to find them.
Sitting still in a car,looking out
And listening within
A bright blue wintry sky punctuated
With land mines
Soft sunshine painting roofs
Amid the shattered ruins of Aleppo
Undressed trees coated with a silvery frost
And the pain of wounded children
A quiet peace broken
By the fusillade of firepower
Birds flutter
While shells burst overhead
Two worlds apart
Combined in one person
Listening and watching
Serenity and insanity
Incongruously together.
Arm deals and more arm deals, that's all I see.
Calibres change, the type of artillery
Changes, the game players grey and go and
Are replaced by darker capillary
With greater thirst for bleeding enemy
And with more dangerous artillery.
Deadly toys in the hands of eager youth,
Intended for warding off intruders:
Scaring them with heaps of artillery
So that they would harder prepare soldiers
If the should covet and desire to loot.
In their minds they have peace in their brooders.
But to brood over unused firepower
While only playing with blanks on dummies
Kindles unquiet thirst only blood can quench
Kills empathy for sonless war mummies,
And in blasts of gun smoke the youth's flower
Drowns its thirst in the thud of fall'n bodies.
(c) Nyonglema
The darkness was shattered
With the glow of cigarettes
As we all hunkered down
Each other a silhouette
Six hours from now
We’d be floating to earth
As the Allies war in Europe
Would start its historic birth
All of the gear now readied
Everyone with their thoughts
Rather we won or lost
To be determined how we fought
Sainte-Mere-Eglise
Was our destined site
Behind enemy lines
And in the dark of night
Hold the French town
No surrender, no retreat
With muscle and firepower
We carried with our feet
The drop zone ahead
It’s now or never men
How we fight for this town
Determines what army wins
All boots on the ground
Rather dead or alive
We came here to conquer
We pray we’ll survive
WHERE WARS ARE WON OR LOST
Wars are waged by older men
In battle rooms in countries apart.
Who call for greater firepower
And troops for the combat chart.
While out among the shattered flesh
The dreams of all have turned gray.
So young and determined their faces were
Till on the battlefield they lay.
Unable to overcome their pride
The overseers cast their vote.
For this or that or something else
As the thunder of war sounds its note.
Wherever wars are won or lost
The soldiers fall like toys.
Down through history it remains the same
Most who pass are hardly more than boys.
By Tom Zart
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