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Boom! Boom!
Boom! Boom!
I felt hot and sticky as a moon pie stuck
on a old pickup sunbaked Chevy.
And the battle bruised air in my soot laden lungs
made the morning taste of gunpowder heavy.
All my ammo was gone ! And all the rifles were gone !
All the mortar rounds were missing with our gear.
And we saw the enemy scramble in confusion.
Seems their weapons too had also disappeared.
But our Supply Sarge, unsupplied, had a bold plan.
He knew a way that we yet still could win the day.
Using a Positive Mental Attitude at its full force,
all the battles could be fought with PMA.
He said "Pretend I'm handing you a loaded rifle.
When you see the enemy, think and go Bang! Bang!
and a knife for close encounters when they happen
and Stab! Stab! will drop your foe yet once again."
On the field, I had no choice. I thought Bang! Bang!
and heard the click of ejected shells from fired rounds.
And in shock, I knew my PMA was working dead on target
'cause I saw my enemy shot and hit the ground.
I thought I heard a sound, not far out in the distance,
as we revelled in the enemy's loss and doom.
’Cause the Bang! Bangs! and the Stab! Stabs! were loud all thru the day
'til a big sound shook the ground. It went Boom! Boom!
Boom! Boom! I heard in the distance. Bang! Bang! sounded small.
Boom! Boom! sounded nearer. Stab! Stab! no sound at all.
And I saw an enemy soldier, with PMA strong you see,
saying "Tankity-Tank, Tankity-Tank." Boom! Boom! rolled over me.
Hurt, I watched the Boom! Boom! explode on a bomb from air
launched by a comrade soldier's PMA, unmeasured and rare.
Boom! Boom! seemed unusual and maybe a little farfetched
'til I saw our soldier flying in air saying "Jettidy, Jet, Jet, Jet.”
And I raised my head in pain from mud with tears that looked at sky
for Man’s mind was on display, uncaged by belief to fly.
If only he could live with his neighbor and not be socially retarded at core,
such gifts could aim at stars for targets than Death, the bullseye of War.
Namyh
I felt hot and sticky as a moon pie stuck
on a old pickup sunbaked Chevy.
And the battle bruised air in my soot laden lungs
made the morning taste of gunpowder heavy.
All my ammo was gone ! And all the rifles were gone !
All the mortar rounds were missing with our gear.
And we saw the enemy scramble in confusion.
Seems their weapons too had also disappeared.
But our Supply Sarge, unsupplied, had a bold plan.
He knew a way that we yet still could win the day.
Using a Positive Mental Attitude at its full force,
all the battles could be fought with PMA.
He said "Pretend I'm handing you a loaded rifle.
When you see the enemy, think and go Bang! Bang!
and a knife for close encounters when they happen
and Stab! Stab! will drop your foe yet once again."
On the field, I had no choice. I thought Bang! Bang!
and heard the click of ejected shells from fired rounds.
And in shock, I knew my PMA was working dead on target
'cause I saw my enemy shot and hit the ground.
I thought I heard a sound, not far out in the distance,
as we revelled in the enemy's loss and doom.
’Cause the Bang! Bangs! and the Stab! Stabs! were loud all thru the day
'til a big sound shook the ground. It went Boom! Boom!
Boom! Boom! I heard in the distance. Bang! Bang! sounded small.
Boom! Boom! sounded nearer. Stab! Stab! no sound at all.
And I saw an enemy soldier, with PMA strong you see,
saying "Tankity-Tank, Tankity-Tank." Boom! Boom! rolled over me.
Hurt, I watched the Boom! Boom! explode on a bomb from air
launched by a comrade soldier's PMA, unmeasured and rare.
Boom! Boom! seemed unusual and maybe a little farfetched
'til I saw our soldier flying in air saying "Jettidy, Jet, Jet, Jet.”
And I raised my head in pain from mud with tears that looked at sky
for Man’s mind was on display, uncaged by belief to fly.
If only he could live with his neighbor and not be socially retarded at core,
such gifts could aim at stars for targets than Death, the bullseye of War.
Namyh
Published 29th Mar 2014
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29th Mar 2014 2:24pm
29th Mar 2014 11:15pm
anonymousxx - There’s nothing like a “fantastic” to put a Boom! Boom! In a poet’s day. Thanks for yours A. Namyh
30th Mar 2014 7:09pm
Hashman – With early adult approval, we’ve been conditioned on the playground to accept that War is okay to ‘make believe’ with weapons of mass destruction. It’s often reinforced by movies, television and video games which give us the visuals of death without the smells of destruction. By the time we’re adults, we can ‘make real’ those very weapons of mass destruction on any battlefield. Unfortunately, it’s also where the smells will be just after something goes “Boom”. Just thought I’d write a little about it. Thanks for the ‘Wow’ Hashman and for enjoying. Namyh