Bombs Away (Poem)

And away we go…

Bombs aren’t immoral because they kill.

Bombs are immoral because of what they kill.

Bombs never explode in boardrooms filled with billionaires

Bombs are dropped on tents in refugee camps in places like Palestine.

Hurting, maiming and killing people.

People like you and I, left to die because empires like to play with fire.

But every munition will eventually find a home.

Every ordinance dropped from the sky always to punish the opposite of affluence

But one day, we’ll all get high on hydrogen.

We’ll be trippin’ on mushroom clouds

Dancing under a decorated sky to fertilize the ground.

We’ll get wet with acid rain.

Hatred will make the world haight and ashbury.

And we’ll be ash with no reason to bury.

The earth shall be a beautiful urn

Because the people who should die never do.