This bomb fell on the playground.
Badly aimed.

This bomb got the deserving
killed or maimed.

This bomb? This bomb,

something of a misunderstanding

but ‘just’ and for the good of the weak.

This bomb – for the greedy:
‘Good riddance,’ it said,
Though it couldn’t speak.

This bomb blew off the roof
and this man beneath it’s head.

This bomb fell on the graveyard
And it blew up the dead.




Phil Bowen

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