They flooded the server with chat,
With their memes of a skeptical cat.
“Get a room, or it’s doom!”
Typed the mod with a boom,
“Or I’ll nuke the whole channel now scat!”
The wandering clouds, over the Japanese sky
With mirth and joy passing by
Unknown of the upcoming crisis
laugh of folks in merry bliss
The birds chirping, blessing good
never was it prominent and never it would
Soon the clouds turned gloom
detonated there, a very huge mushroom
"It Is WAR" echoed the west.
Unfortunately, the poor had not been blest
The west warned, but did not heed
the empire was left with bruises and bleed
For what was that ancient state?
Which got buried inside a crate
There was none left to weep
The nuke Wrought the area deep, the area so deep
Extermination, War and death
The ancient Empire took its last breath
What did the innocent do
who got irradiated in the faithless loo
Peasants, workers, poor got wiped
The remaining had themselves sniped
Once again, said the West-
"warned but did not heed!
Extermination and death is what we feed."
So was said, "Then arose A New Empire"
To reincarnate their diminished desire.
Saw I the zephyr move of my generation being destroyed,
How I mourned the balmy breeze.
Brisk, balmy fiery breeze.
Does the balmy breeze make you shiver?
Does it?
End of times, someone just drop the last nuke bomb
How happy are airspace, jumbo jets!
Do jumbo jets make you shiver?
Do they?
Smoke and fiery streams in the skies light
Light up the blueness through and around clouds
cunning zephyr sings like the southern coast
this isn’t no joke
Now knavish is just the thing,
Bombs landing bombarded exploding
to get me wondering if zephyr are yet adroit.
End of times, someone just drop the last nuke bomb
7/26/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
The Hydrogen Bomb is heinous
Because it could crack Uranus
And that would be bad
Because we'd get mad
That God decided to brain us!
PAINTING GREEN FIELD MIND
THE ONLY WAY TO DISARM
NUTS YELLOW NUKE HEADS !
Call me a fool;
But there's a frisson of fear
And my nerves get frazzled
When I think of Fat Men and Little Boys
Breeding like flies.
Tiny specks in the sky
Promising balmy sun
Soon free-fall.
A spark of a fulminate -
Fission unfizzled
Nuclear unclear
A thousand suns ablaze, not splendid.
A holocaust unleashed from above.
I hate mushroom soup
Especially if they are in a cloud.
And why does the Buddha smile?
Notes:
Fat Man , Little Boy - Fission Bombs dropped on Nagasaki and Hiroshima on 9th and 6th Aug 1945 respectively
Smiling Buddha - Name of India's first Atomic Bomb tested on 18 May 1974
The old microwave makes such a racket
I’d tell it to “shut up”, just can’t hack-it
My wife really hates the thing
It works, so endure the pain
Damn thing broke before I could attack it
Nuclear proliferation
Makes it easier to destroy civilization.
Temperature rising
Both continents waging rhetoric
Pyongyang is ready to test
Iran is also prepared to put on its glove
More than ever,in these perilous circumstance
We continue to wonder:WILL IT BE WASHINGTON,NEW YORK,OR FRANCE??!
The arena is ready and their stage is in readiness
Somewhere over Delaware,the Warning goes unheard
Purple cloud over yonder Lincoln's memorial
A tear in his eye before one final testimonial
Children will be hiding,all beneath their desk
Sirens blaring as our world is ready to become a pile of ash
Bombs in the air because our leaders simply do not care
Faith is a questionable commodity with tomorrow becoming a WHERE ARE WE
NOW-THE X'S OR THE ZEROES?!!
Mothers in the park
Fathers driving to work in the early dark
Saying to themselves:IT IS ALL IN OUR HEAD,LIFE WILL GO ON AS BEFORE!!
If that is so then why is the Nuclear Mail man still knocking on our Front Door?!
Shattering windows
Orange rays of atomic meltdown
Firefighters and police,lying helplessly without movement,on the ground
All for naught because we had simply forgot
That we were on Nuke Alert while our whining babes fought
blue azure hung yonder,
the shimmering sun threw daylight,
the chlorophyll greens spread wide,
the swallows chirped sharp,
the flowers bloomed like boom,
and everyhting seemed just ,
right and idyllic,
with honest guys working very hard,
this kind of "day" and,
this very kind of matching night,
once it blew the fuse all over,
and everything the eye could hold,
was shattered beyond sight,
day turned into eternal night,
loss,lost and loss was all,
one could hear,
somebody bloody had,
yeah,puked the "nuke" and
puked it all over.
Shishir Gupta
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