Etched in Bombs

Etched in Bombs

Post me a letter bomb to blow me up.

Reduce me to pieces for I've had enough.

The biggest bit of me, my thumb.

Look at it just sitting there, on the floor.

I’m like strawberry jam, all over the walls.

Best way to be in this selfish money grabbing world, dead.

Blown up like those stuck in Aleppo.

Blitzed by Putin's bombs in the world's weapon proving ground.

I want no part of it or the world.

Tell them I'm from Aleppo and that I too write.

What will you write about us all, when we’re gone?

Then gather my bloody remains and put them in a hole.

For then I'm home and finally free.

Like all of the others, killed my Putin and the rest.

Worse than the Devil at his worst.

All for power, weapons sales and pride.