You Stick, Trip, Nail, Pipe, Bounce and Carpet.
Fission or Fusion,
no one lights up the fiery skies like you do…
except maybe the Sun and the Moon
-although, the way technology
and the devious human mind is progressing
down that ever-darkening pathway together-
they’ll soon leave their 12 hour celestial thrones
to kneel before your Warhead Power…
or, we’ll let you at ‘em.
Someone, back in the 14th century,
packed a lunch, went into work one day,
took all of those years of learning,
mixed them with enthusiasm, intelligence,
cleverness and original thinking,
and came up with the ‘Splinter Bomb’
… and instead of being appalled
everybody applauded and thought, collectively,
‘Now, There’s A Jolly Good Idea’
… I swear, I Despair.
We learnt nothing from Hiroshima and Nagasaki,
except how to make them bigger and better.
They’ve even named a cocktail
after our favourite weapon…
so we can Toast the Unbalance and Cruelty
of each Idiot Shot which is Aimed and Fired
into the nurturing depths of Mother Nature’s Heart.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, Please…
I Give You (Unfortunately) The Human Race!”