The bombs rain down Iran do pound
Because of renowned nuclear mound
We know no warheads will be found
Israel America forever together bound
Self crowned as another nation downed
Who are the terrorists it does confound
Veracity & truths are ruthlessly drowned
Audacity pretending the reason is sound
Mendacity as we see treason all around
Pugnacity and military rapacity abound
Hound everyone who's been browned
Might is always right so tightly wound
Astound taking moral higher ground
We won’t remember 9/11
election fraud will be forgotten
school shootings will belong in the past
no one will talk about gun control
black, white, woman, man, illegal, homeless, rich or poor
old, young, gay, straight, native or cowboy
we will finally know equality
climate change will not be debated
Social Security and Medicare won’t be needed
all religions will bond together
the words Republican and Democrat will have no meaning
there will be no need for lies, no hate, no greed
no one will cry, fake news, fake hair, fake smile
the almighty dollar will lose its luster
no one will feel envy or jealousy
we will remember the value of prayer
no one will care about this poem
after they launch the thermonuclear warheads
the nuclear snakes
slither into disaster
warheads waiting
in the dithering wings
~~~!~~~X~~~#~~~>>>
light explodes
darkness erupts
fiery projectiles
obliterate without mercy
the reptilian warlords
fumble through flames
apocalypse waiting
amid withering declarations
Stricken souls gasp amid rapt tension
And surreal panic as the world spirals
Under throes of exacerbating fire;
Trapped between numinous brawls.
A virulent pandemic subsides
As near-nukes its pedestal take;
Stubborn fear every limb guides
Amid unceasing numbing awe.
Shall life outlast such brutal fury:
As invisible realms arsenals dumb
Blandish upon this bleeding plane;
Upon this rage-pillaged stratum?
Not when viral variants surge
And spikes inoculations defy;
Not when troops against troops vow
And warheads against warheads vie.
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.
RESCUE MISSION
+263775414102
My people
Are drugged
to a slumber sleep.
Those wide awake,
Have become puppets
To the diabolic puppet masters.
I am a commander
To an army of words
Ready to be diplomatic.
One touch and the ink spills
As pen and paper bring them to life.
Am on a rescue mission, all by myself.
I got lines
on a mission.
To build
and to destroy.
Representing
heaven and hell.
Of course, i am a poet
Ready to charge with anger and hate
My mind is deadly;
I can bring the Soviet Union
to it's knees.
If you want me to,
I can cause chaos,
Or promote world peace.
My words are highly ranked
With military nuclear warheads.
Am a poet and that alone, draws the verdict.
Oh, you powerful president of great Russia:
The largest country in the world
With its 17.1 square kilometers area
Covers 1/8 of the inhabited land of the globe.
Why have you attacked neighboring Ukraine?
Why started killing its people and devastating their land,
At the moment they hadn't caused any harm to you
Neither had they intended their country to expand?
You say you are a Christian and that to God you believe
Yet, the whole planet you threaten to destroy
With the 6,257 nuclear warheads, you possess
From which the 1,456 you are ready to deploy.
Ivan the fourth "The terrible " one may think your ancestor is
For he also to church went each and every day
And when the mass, finally, after many hours over was
He was going to torture men and some of them to slay.
Now, in the 21st century that we live
You seem Ivan's ferocious and heartless image to revive
Perhaps to torture and threaten the world with obliteration
BUT Mr. President know this: No matter what you do, we shall survive!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
01 April 2022
Modified Bombs
Her eye was acting up but that was fine
For she had a second one to use
This was just fine like her warplane
It had two engines but number one engine
This was like her eye acting up too
No need to worry for Eagle 2 jets are good
Made with system redundancy like her
An ability to function with degraded systems
Right now she was on the way to Moscow
To drop some iron bombs on Putin
A personal gift from a gal who was bad
Real bad ass half Yank half what?
That last bit was unknown but what was
Known was that she would soon be dead
Along with the Neo Soviet leader
Those iron bombs were special
She'd personally modified the warheads
A new historical dawn was coming...
the decrease in blindness
brings an invisible angle of life
next to you
mix complacency for failure
and tenderness for one's own weakness
but my future blue ailment
operates building the transposition
between what was and what will be
inoculates caramels and anesthetics
inside feeling and forgetting
he stands alert smiling
sentinel that watches over an ancient world
dodge fast from the warheads that are you
it settles in this conquered space
a primordial contempt for your zero universe
the access route to comfort is there
in the soft volumes that travel in blocks
the shadow is the building itself
reflections are also what give rise to them
I didn't used to be this descriptive
but now any flight touches the parallels
I'm acquiring a tendency to offer resistance
the bats are leaving the cave
there are so many enemies that I didn't know
now they're all here smiling
happily telling me good morning, son
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.
Sixty-five million years B.C.
No human being around to see
Near total extinction: a catastrophe
Heaven knows when the next one will be
Astronomer Bob, didn't expect to see
Speeding on its lethal trajectory
NASA insist it shall pass safely by
Lowlife reporter exposes that lie
Three days remain to atone for our sin
Many men turn to beer, whisky or gin
Mothers on knees beseeching the sky
Clutching their children they openly cry
Two days remain to face our worst dreads
And ponder the lack of atomic warheads
Some say a couple of well focused hits
Our nemesis shattered to vaporised bits
One day remains to reflect on humanity
Many enact hedonistic insanity
Others pen memoirs hand written at speed
Futile indulgence for no man to read
And lo is the sky ignited ablaze
Searing the vision of man’s final gaze
Impact tremendous but count not the dead
For it simply flattened my grandfather’s shed
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.
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.
Advice from Kaali Hindu Goddess
Cry for the birds whose babies have fallen out of nests
Cry for the wolves who could not feed their young
Cry for the streams polluted by companies who did not care
Cry for the children who were born into hateful families
Cry for the absolutes who do not welcome any flexibility
Cry for the elephants who are killed for ivory tusks and suffer
Cry for Kaali, Hindu Goddess, which is actually me.
Cry for my path of destruction which incurs devastation
Cry for my meager call for justice,
Cry for the world which has gone topsy turvey
Cry for the nuclear warheads which are karmic disasters
Cry for the angels and holy books which are dead to so many
Cry and cry and cry and cry and cry. That is my advice. Love, Kaali
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