Blanket Bombs Descend

Ghost flights piloted by evil men
Flying overhead
More young soldiers sent to war
En route to join the dead

A sick and cold child shivers
But only blanket bombs descend
Global warming dries up rivers
And our army’s all we’ll send

Middle America with giant asses
Force fed like the meat they devoured
Patriotic working classes
Exploited but feeling empowered

What shall we call this new democracy?
We’ll put you in power then you do as you please
Sounds more like hypocrisy
Like a war with an imaginary enemy

This fear mongered kind of democracy
I think we’ll call it reality

by Lea Simpson

Comments (10)

Lets call it demoncracy. Hats off to your courage to call black, a black. Thanks for sharing.+10
War is not the answer to peace! Thanks for sharing.
Middle America with giant asses Force fed like the meat they devoured Force fed to the war machine, etc. - this poem is full of strong imagery (cold child/blanket... bombs) and bitter assertions, an excellent write.
Lovely piece Lea loved the shivering child and then only blanket bombs great turn of phrase. Séamus
An insightful piece Lea. Neatly brought out.
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