The bombshell lies on my bed
Smiles and leans back her head
I go down cautiously
Tonight I am playing with fire
Using my tongue tenderly
To tickle the red wire.
I will die in this little room
If this bombshell goes boom.
They killed a hundred and thirty in Paris
With guns and devices just like this
They arranged the bodies in lines
Their pictures in the New York Times.
I should have switched off the television before we started to kiss
It is difficult; making love in these terrorist times.
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One word, awesome!
Hehe. 🙂 And also *sigh*. Bombs tend to go off in both situations…
In the thicket, a soldier dies
By Emmanuel Taracha
In the copse
Lie many corpses
Too many dead soldiers
The enemy killed them like walkers.
Like a knight
He came in the dead of the night
The lifeless bodies smolder
A bullet is lodged in his shoulder.
He lies in the fescue
Who will come to his rescue?
From this miscue
He remembers the last barbecue.
The smile of his daughter
Happy family filled the air with laughter
His people he so much misses
The children and the missus.
His mind wanders
And he wonders
Who will take care of his family?
And give his children a homily.
Today is his wedding anniversary
But he is held captive by the adversary
Is the war necessary?
He prays the rosary.
In this land far away
If his life be taken away
Will the angels carry him away?
And God wash his sins away
He feels like a sawyer
He whispers a prayer
He is no destroyer
His work pleases his employer.
He has survived many enemy clashes
The National flag comes in flashes
Black, White-edged Red, and Green
Two crossed White spears, behind a Red, White, and Black shield
He needs that shield
But what will the war yield
He knows they will not yield
And flee from the battlefield
He longs for an armory
Full of artillery
To revenge his fallen infantry
With shots so fiery
All this atrocity
Who is in authority?
He fights for the majority
Surrender is no priority
To his head thoughts flood
To the last drop of his blood
He will fight for his country
As his fight will help annihilate the adversary
Commander said not yet time to get out
Today he lies in the bush bleeding out
He remembers the day of the pass out
His patriotism, the enemy bullet will not knock out
He is exhausted
His strength has been tested
He hopes he will be appreciated
And the enemy annihilated
His body slowly gives up
As he tries to look up
Hi eyes feel heavy
The world begins to disappear
Under his closing lids he cant see clear
Suddenly everything looks unfocused
And then its black
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