Car Bombs

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Antitank rockets
used as car bombs
had a distinct sound
like Allah's hammer
smashing the ground
Not like C4
Or antitank mines
Not like those kind
Explosions and rounds
had different sounds
Airstrikes were different
they were your guys
even when they landed
really close by
rattle your head
beat up your brain
concussions a plenty
 ruptured ear veins

The women they wailed
It was a cultural thing
expressing their grief
What America brings
It was f*****g unnerving
I tell you no lies
You wanted to shoot them
You want them to die
It was hard to feel sorry
They were killing Marines
We shouldn't have been there
but that meant nothing
It was us verses them
it was basic as f**k
we had the one up
they were s**t out of luck
We got to leave
They had to stay
I'm mostly indifferent
I'm coping that way
Cherish your moments
Cherish your dreams
life is precarious
not what it seems
You have no clue
how lucky you are
to live in a world
with no car bombs

 

Reviews

[ur_ginger_girl]

I expected this to be something dark and disturbing, but it wasn't, and I love how your poetry flows. I always mess up somewhere when I'm doing a rhyming one.

[Baby Ricochet]

thank you ginger

[Tom]

Almost surreal, though sadly this is a shockingly reality !

Profound indeed Rico and courageous of you to pen it in such frank, brutal terms through a sterling poem!

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you tom

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

"The women they wailed
It was a cultural thing." This is very hilarious, I honestly chuckled for minutes. Well, this seems to be true so I give you more points for the laughter. :)

What I like about your poems is the concrete and specific details you integrate into them, giving your readers a clear picture. :)

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you Blue

[emmajoy]

Your poem is an indictment of human civilisation - the being there, the being the hunted victim. War at its worst. Brilliantly written, almost too graphic - tho undoubtedly sweeter than the real thing, the noise, the smell, the sights and all. ' We got to leave ~ They had to stay ~ I'm mostly indifferent ~ I'm coping that way ~ Cherish your moments ~ Cherish your dreams ~ life is precarious ~ not what it seems '

Nothing is, for real.

[Baby Ricochet]

Thanks for stopping by Emma. It's good to hear from you

[emmajoy]

Been pre-occupied with all sorts recently.. so sorry I've not stopped by; no reason other than twisted time! You write such a wonderfully strange mix of words.

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'Cherish your moments
Cherish your dreams
life is precarious
not what it seems
You have no clue
how lucky you are
to live in a world
with no car bombs'
The ending was so beautiful.
And the poem, I loved it. :)

[Baby Ricochet]

thank you Saima

[OTownPete]

One can almost feel the impact and smell the ruination through your words

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you Pete

[Nia Hope]

I really liked this amazing job I've missed reading your work lol it's been too long since I've been on here :)

[Baby Ricochet]

THank you Ankara

[Rene Velez]

it's a sight my friend, a sight that needs to be seen, nice work Ric.

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you Rene