The Poetry Marathon

Shall I compare thee to a nuclear bomb?
Atomic explosion, within your smile,
But no pink glow, just “Boom!” and then it’s gone,
The effect outlasts You by a long while.
Destroyed by heat, 10 million tonnes TNT,
Contained in your kisses, e’en through the phone,
Indiscriminately violent, your love for me.
Though my health improved, I’m still vomiting
Pools of blood, soak the floor, begin to seep,
Cast permanent stains on me, positing
Questions about my presence – I can’t sleep.

On the horizon, the glow, miles away,
Meaning one thing – you are “in love” again.

The more often, we are asked to applaud
The “heroism” displayed by our Armed Force –
Note the significance of the second word,
Defined as strength,
Not compassion –
The greater we find the debate is condensed
To remove all modicum of common sense
Into: Patriot vs. Traitor
Terrorist vs. Saviour
Because though we all know killing is a criminal behaviour
That does not apply where it’s those in armour participating in the erasure
Of some Middle Easter nation
Or population of East Asians.

The truth is
Your propaganda doesn’t frighten me,
Your state displays of power, can’t unenlighten me
You’ll never make me worship profit,
Greed or aggression, in our time of need,
Ahead of kinship, community
Or the quest for peace.