Words instead of Bombs

Blow me up

Blast me against the wall

Burst me with bombs and guns into a thousand pieces

Shoot me down dead

With bullets to the head

And while my blood runs into the sand

Just think for a moment

That you could have shook my hand

Said hello

Fired words at me

Instead of bombs.

You could have screamed at me if you wanted,

Shouted, screeched and yelled.

You could have blasted me with a thousand insults;

argued, blarneyed and cajoled,

Brought debate and contention to a head.

Instead,

We all know now that blood runs red

When innocent people lie dead.

bombdeath

◄ The Background Guy

The One Who Loves You ►

Comments

Profile image

Steve Higgins

Wed 23rd Mar 2016 11:41

Not a bad suggestion guys. Wrote the poem at work after seeing the sad news on TV but not happy with the last few lines.

Profile image

Patricia and Stefan Wilde

Tue 22nd Mar 2016 21:42

good one Stevie boy.One last line to suggest-

-and become all that you are not....?
just an idea.Tain't no big thing!

P&S

If you wish to post a comment you must login.

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message