Bombs, Bombs, They drop them near and far… Big ones shaped like jellybeans, And tiny ones like jars. They drop them on the playgrounds, They drop them on the trees, They come in stripes and sparkles, In silver, gold, and blue, With shiny little stickers And ribbons tied on too. They stack them in a catalog… "BOOMS FOR BOYS AND GIRLS!" With price tags on the sparkles And coupons for the swirls. "How much for a child's laughter? How much for a child's glow? How much for two small hands That you're not supposed to blow?" The bomb-men punch their timecards, Then tiptoe home at night, Kiss their kids and kiss their spouses And say, "I make things bright." They tuck themselves in cozy beds And dream of bigger noise… New thunder for the grown-ups, New terror for the boys. But listen, Mister Boom-Builder, If your catalog's so bright... Why don't you build your own house one, And leave the rest upright? — UpsilonA
Beautiful beautiful work!💕
“They tuck themselves in cozy beds
And dream of bigger noise…” - killed it UpsilonA x