The Bomb

*note: this poem was created after a comment from a facebook friend (first two lines) on my profile picture . With the commenter's permission,
I went with it.  (I am a peace loving person...)

The Bomb

There is only one place I want to bomb

and that is the Pentagon

I know that this statement could get me in trouble,

but what have I got to lose?

I could dig my way out from under the rubble

I could surrender to the abuse,

I could build another structure

in the vein where the needle punctures

but I really see no use,

and dammit, I refuse!

Cause, 

we're all going down and spinning around

at this planet's critical juncture -

there are  holes in the ozone

we've poisoned the seas

we're sucking up gasses from man made machines

our eyes are all cloudy

our ears cannot hear

we're screaming together in our concert of fear

our backs are all breaking

our legs cannot move

we're hanging together, our necks in a noose

and who kicks the stool out from under our feet?

You know the answer, so I will repeat,

to the man in the seat

with his boot on the stool where our world sits upon,

"There is only one place I want to bomb,

and that is the Pentagon."

ldn