Bomb in Killary

There is a bomb in Killary,
To keep the wars all going …
There is a bomb in Killary,
Enriching thugs like Boeing …

There is a bomb in Killary,
Women and children die
There is a bomb in Killary,
To bleed people dry …

There is a bomb in Killary—
Another killing spree …
There is a bomb in Killary
May be World War III?

’Cause she can lie like Cheney,
and she can kill like Calley—
You wouldn’t want to meet her
At midnight in the alley …

(Repeat 1x every 4 years)

Former forklift driver/warehouse worker/janitor, Raymond Nat Turner is a NYC poet; BAR's Poet-in-Residence; and founder/co-leader of the jazz-poetry ensemble UpSurge!NYC. Read other articles by Raymond Nat, or visit Raymond Nat's website.