Short Warheads Poems
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Nuclear missiles
as outdated as whistles
Hypersonic jets
don't scare my pets
Multiple warheads
won't knock you dead
The winner of my weaponry race
two loving arms take first place
Libertas in the hands of warlords,
natural hardship, in the name of war,
License to kill.
For those who can gain lots,
obtained legislative favor,
overall pattern of bill.
Even rogue army cords.
In the end of guns gore,
Bloody warheads refill.
the nuclear snakes
slither into disaster
warheads waiting
in the dithering wings
~~~!~~~X~~~#~~~>>>
light explodes
darkness erupts
fiery projectiles
obliterate without mercy
<<<~~~#~~~X~~~!~~~
the reptilian warlords
fumble through flames
apocalypse waiting
amid withering declarations
A peacock becomes non-violent
keeping the warheads
in his tail. In bird hour
who wants to blink ?
The chicken runs amok.
Lying motionless was
painful for being slaughtered.
Subversion was more acceptable-
than falling in love. The bare
chest shows a gored scar.
They have started a dance
to entice a herd of pachyderms.
Bleeding ? No. They have
cobbled an army of bedbugs
to start a violent protest
against the moon.
Satish Verma
supposing this mined ground beneath a sky of warheads
and a time of damaged armor that try to evade the point of bayonets
when the planet will be called blood
and seeing that harmony soon gets sick
and walks towards destruction,
strange you not accept that the blades gradually spread the decline
because that's how it is
there's nothing new
it's like a simple and logical game of win and lose
and now it's our turn my love.
From Eden to the outhouse in just a few thousand years
Blooming weapons of mass extinction
From the seeds of our many gifts.
A volley of nuclear warheads is coming
within a generation or so.
The wealthy and powerful will sashay
to heated bunkers, stocked full of tomorrow.
While above, the serfs break dance
like ants in a boiling plutonium bath.
There'll be no Jesus balm to soothe their nuclear rash.
Eden forever poisoned by the oily ego of man.