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Allen Ginsberg  Jun 2009
Hum Bom!
I

Whom bomb?
We bomb them!
Whom bomb?
We bomb them!
Whom bomb?
We bomb them!
Whom bomb?
We bomb them!

Whom bomb?
You bomb you!
Whom bomb?
You bomb you!
Whom bomb?
You bomb you!
Whom bomb?
You bomb you!

What do we do?
Who do we bomb?
What do we do?
Who do we bomb?
What do we do?
Who do we bomb?
What do we do?
Who do we bomb?

What do we do?
You bomb! You bomb them!
What do we do?
You bomb! You bomb them!
What do we do?
We bomb! We bomb them!
What do we do?
We bomb! We bomb them!

Whom bomb?
We bomb you!
Whom bomb?
We bomb you!
Whom bomb?
You bomb you!
Whom bomb?
You bomb you!

                                        May 1971
                                        
II

Why bomb?
We don't want to bomb!
Why bomb?
We don't want to bomb!
Why bomb?
You don't want to bomb!
Why bomb?
You don't want to bomb!

Who said bomb?
Who said we had to bomb?
Who said bomb?
Who said we had to bomb?
Who said bomb?
Who said you had to bomb?
Who said bomb?
Who said you had to bomb?

We don't bomb!
We don't bomb!
We don't bomb!
We don't bomb!
We don't bomb!
We don't bomb!
We don't bomb!
We don't bomb!

                                        for Don Cherry and Elvin Jones
                                        New York, June 16, 1984

III

Armageddon did the job
Gog & Magog Gog & Magog
Armageddon did the job
Gog & Magog Gog & Magog
Gog & Magog Gog & Magog
Armageddon does the job
Gog & Magog Gog & Magog
Armageddon does the job

Armageddon for the mob
Gog & Magog Gog & Magog
Armageddon for the mob
Gog & Magog Gog & Magog

Gog & Magog Gog & Magog
Gog Magog Gog Magog
Gog & Magog Gog & Magog
Gog Magog Gog Magog

Gog Magog Gog Magog
Gog Magog Gog Magog
Gog Magog Gog Magog
Gog Magog Gog Magog

Ginsberg says Gog & Magog
Armageddon did the job.

                                        February - June 1991
Valo Salo  Aug 2014
bomb
Valo Salo Aug 2014
bomb
parkistan
bomb
jerusalem
bomb
russia
bomb
bombay
bomb
bashra­
bomb
usa
bomb
****
bomb
love
bomb
hate
bomb
everything
bomb
the future
bomb
you
bomb
babys
bomb
birds
bomb
iq's
bomb
*******
bom­b
god
bomb
justice
bomb
me
bomb
bombs
Middy Oct 2017
I hate school I will hate school
I hated school I hate school
I will hate school I hated school
I hate school I hated school
I will hate school I hate school
I hated school I hate school
I hate school I will hate school
I will hate school I hate school
    I hated school I will hate school
I hate school I hated school
I will hate school I hated school
I hated school I hate school
I hate school I will hate school

SEE HOW THE USE OF THE WORD SCHOOL IS BECOMING More AND MORE BORING THE MORE YOU READ IT

THEREFORE YOU GET MORE BORED THE MORE YOU ATTEND IT!

I will shoot someone at work
I shot someone at their house
I had shot someone in the shop
I shot someone during a concert
I will shoot someone during class
I had shot someone in the heart
I shot someone while they slept
I will shoot someone tonight
I shot someone now
I had shot someone yesterday

SEE HOW MANY TIMES AND PLACES PEOPLE HAVE BEEN SHOT!
SO WHY DOES THE SHOOTER NOT GET BORED

The bomb exploded
The bomb will explode
The bomb had exploded
The bomb will explode
The bomb exploded
The bomb will explode
The bomb had exploded
The bomb exploded
The bomb will explode
The bomb had exploded
The bomb will explode
The bomb exploded
The bomb had exploded
The bomb will explode
The bomb exploded

WHY DO WE GET SICK OF THE WORD BOMB?
WHEN THEY ARE BLOWN ALL OVER THE WORLD?
Inspired by a small paragraph in the book My Name Is Mina by David Almond
I agree with hating school, don't get me wrong I love education
But I feel schools are like cages or prisons, the teacher is the warden.
Sorry for it being so long it if I get anything wrong
David Lauer Jun 2011
BOMB MARS NOW
BOMB MARS NOW

WE'VE GOT MEGATONS OF NUKES
LET'S GO BOMB THOSE MARTAIN PUKES

NOT IRAN, NOT A 'STAN AND NOT NORTH K,
LET'S USE OUR BOMBS ON MARS TODAY

BOMB MARS NOW
BOMB MARS NOW

THE MARTIANS HATE OUR WAY OF LIFE
THEY WANT TO **** YOUR KIDS AND WIFE

THEIR RELIGION THROWS HUMANS ON THEIR ***
LET'S TURN THEIR PLANET'S GROUND TO GLASS

BOMB MARS NOW
BOMB MARS NOW

BOMB MARS NOW
BOMB MARS NOW
Zulu Samperfas Aug 2012
The UN was all abuzz
Everyone was talking cuz
Saddam has got a bomb

Oh, no way, the French they say
and that crazy El Baraday
Sitting out in some Paris cafe
All they say is he ain't got a bomb

But back in America, they know best
Cuz we're a better country than all the rest
And everyone there knows Saddams got a bomb

I'm in Israel on that day still in danger
just like yesterday
And the last Gulf war Saddam threw some Scuds our way

My husband, we argued
that week before you left
I said I'm afraid I agree with the French
You said better watch out
Cuz you got to stay and see
And they'll be Scuds landing right here on our street

Then with great courage you said " I can't stay,"
Got important business in the next days
And for two we really cannot pay
and I say "oh, that's OK"
I'm getting more Israeli every day
When it comes to bombs I'm quite blase
And besides I've always been really, really strong
But deep inside my mind there's something wrong
What if Saddams really got a bomb?

So off you flew to the United States
Where everything was peachy keen and safe and sound
And I was in the path of Scud that could hit the ground

Back in Haifa I'm up late
Patriot missiles up on the mountains those days
Aiming high, pointing out to Saddam's way
And I watch the TV nearly all day
over and over the UN they say
Saddam he really, really ain't got no bomb

My friends tell me they'll be a help to me
If the bombs fall we'll have a party
and we'll drink and laugh and eat cookies
all inside the bomb shelter, it will be fun you'll see

I waited in Haifa and watched TV
Listened for the sirens but none reached me
And watched a night time shock and awe Iraq block party

It looked kind of like a pretty morbid fourth of July

And daily life went on that day
even in the Jewish state
And you'd never know that a war was going on

And then they say he got away
And when the awe had gone very far away
And the shock and the blood were very, extremely dry

The coast was clear
You could dare to come near
My hero man
I see you don't give a ****
So you flew back to our fair city
and you have to face up to me and say
You're right, Saddam ain't got a bomb

No mushroom cloud
No cheering crowd
Just a dusty state
crumbling at a rapid rate
No bomb in sight, they looked with all their might
No matter where they went the couldn't find the scent
just the scared and the saved and really dead bodies
And all of us scared Israelis

And then the world it had to say
The French were right and so was El Baraday
Saddam doesn't really have a bomb

I went through all this
Without you to kiss
To be scared with
Or be calm with
And I realize now
if I can do this
without you by my side
with you I really don't need to hide
cuz I can really make it on my own
I think this is more of a song.
Ellis Reyes Dec 2021
To the merry tune of
"Feliz Navidad"

Let’s bomb Talibans
Let’s bomb Talibans
Let’s bomb Talibans
and help to clean up
Afghanistan
I wanna call in a Spectre gunship
I wanna call in a Spectre gunship
I wanna call in a Spectre gunship
For some close
Air Support.
Let’s bomb Talibans
Let’s bomb Talibans
Let’s bomb Talibans
and help to clean up
Afghanistan
I wanna call in an Air Force J-DAM
I wanna call in an Air Force J-DAM
I wanna call in an Air Force J-DAM
to blow them to
Kingdom Come
Let’s bomb Talibans
Let’s bomb Talibans
Let’s bomb Talibans
and help to clean up
Afghanistan
I wanna call in a UH-60
I wanna call in a UH-60
I wanna call in a UH-60
to get us out of here.
JP Mantler  Aug 2018
The B-Bomb
JP Mantler Aug 2018
I stir the ***, and if we let it stir, it’ll all burn
If I don’t throw a jab, you’ll never learn
Make my stomach churn with your anti-Human ways, you spit in my face and make me cease
I throw one more jab, and you call the police

Come on and test me once more
I’ll out the B-Bomb I’ll out the B-Bomb
I’ll out the B-Bomb I’ll out the B-Bomb
Just once more, and I’ll blow you away
The B-Bomb always stays

I’m down to Earth, so I guess I’ve gone to Hell, and they sent me my victories from the sky
Just once more and I’ll blow you away
I’ve got the B-bomb B-bomb B-bomb
Don’t call me bud, I’m not your bud, Bud
That’s my grand-daddy’s name

I’ll blow you away with my B-bomb
I’ll blow this Kingdom away with my B-Bomb
Cause God is just a dog barking in the heads of the people
Maleficent  Jun 2014
i am a bomb
Maleficent Jun 2014
I am a bomb
I walk there looking exactly like my picture in his mind … I am invisible
Stop asking me so much, for I am no longer here. I am not in the room
The room is gone, and so is my ability of breathing
Stop asking me so much, for I am no longer here! I am no longer there! I am no longer alive!
I am a bomb now
Beware the fire, I am a bomb! Beware the rage!
But I am not here, my mind is not here, my life is not here, the room is not even here
Please stay away for every time you are near I am reset again
Please leave me alone for I am living like hell when I am a bomb
Bombs are not for this face, bombs are not for this mind
Watch me become the bomb while I dance to your song of misery life
While I eat the raw meat of your perfect table
Watch me be the bomb while I inhale the strays of hypocrisies and you inhale the peace of your mind
Watch me become the bomb, watch me become the lies, watch me become the ashes of the picture
I am a bomb …
Beware the bomb , for the timer will not stop every time .
ajit peter  Jun 2015
Big bad bomb
ajit peter Jun 2015
This is a work of fiction 

A little girl lost her father and her brother in a bomb blast. This poem is a tribute to such small children and relatives by acts of terror


Big bad bomb

Who did I wrong

Guns not in my purse

Yet why it's curse


Big bad bomb

A wrong doth not right a wrong

Torn laid my father lifeless

His love to me blameless


Big bad bomb

Any reason to light thee wrong

The last man in family gone

My sibling my brother to mourn


Big bad bomb

Never seen face of them wrong

My father never took their land

My brother never raised his hand


******* bomb

I cannot right this wrong

Sadness be the tune of song

Many like me mourn so long


Big bad bomb

Revenge for my loved wrong

For if I light another bomb

To innocence I do wrong


Hear my cry my brethren who harm

Set not thy heart to light a bomb
Mateuš Conrad Oct 2015
yet even though i count only five members,
i still play with my moustache and beard
like an organism of eight extensions,
thus i weave and think simultaneously,
in this great cobweb of silence:
my hand the spider, my mouth the cobweb...
how pretty the interaction to exact
the daffodil a caleigh with the thistle in parisian persian.

i am as unsavoury in my buds
of the tongue as i might calypso a pineapple for pink
in the new dictionary stating pink defines punk!
i am unsavoury in by tastes
like trans-muscle in its ivory enclosure,
as i am outstretching my hand
to “photograph” the rain
with my hand to get freckles and knitting patterns of aqua gnats,
as i am to say:
a. you dittoed that word without using it prior,
so why exploit such usage in the first place?!
and...
b. it made more sense to itch with rain
than describe drunk & twitching spiders doing a cancan dance
in the four necessary extremes of  21st century morse encoding
with emoticons: s.o.s. = octopus :) reverse :) pianist fake :(.
elevator going up! (this is the scottish parliament,
after all)
shiksh floor...
elevator going down...
ground floor...
that’s just ******* boring...
how about you climb the shcaffold
and drop chimney bricks onto prince’s st. (edinburgh) drunk, eh?!
well i did that, actually... who’s up for a sarcastic tying the knot
and reining in a horse?
no one? oh oops twos a buckle with hoofs for teeth
as the same cement... no, sorry... it’s called *enamel
;
say hi for me to ben and nick harper in this silence of typing ‘
oh i thought (i.e. susan).
**** me, the comma is on the ceiling, who’s going to measure
the time width of that one for exacted humour?!
here's one: when sean connie is on the screen,
you never shush the audience...
unless you get a shish kebab prior... and a shanty town
dr. feelgood - repairs project in motion...
shanty town project thumbs up good to go!
dr. strangelove - bomb bomb bomb!
dr. feelgood - shanty town isn't a hiroshima.
dr. strangelove - bomb bomb bomb, bomb!
dr. feelgood - a nuke on a geographic peanut?!
dr. strangelove - bomb bomb bomb burning bush in the taj mahal urn!
edinburgh is the new paris! edinburgh is the new paris!
yo yodeling the york... new town... virginia...
i'll export revolutionary france via scotland with edible 'burp'
new paris! bon voyage the october-haggis...
settle us among the apache with blood ***** and gain
testifying the hog's intestines as worthy digestion!
This planet is a bomb
Why can't we just see
This planet is a bomb
Waiting to consume everything
This planet is a bomb

The homie once told me
Everyone dies so expect to be left lonely
These fires will rise higher than the tides right below me
Everything as far as you can see with your eyes will be swallowed by the pain, laughter, and cries right before me
All the lies came to your surprise
That the ground was covered with jagged knives
Clouds crashing down when the fires filled these ****** red sky's
So what are we after
It's coming faster and faster the picture I capture
This world that we live in is a ticking bomb
Devise the disguise and think twice before the disaster comes
Cause this planet is a bomb

This planet is a bomb
Why can't we just see
This planet is a bomb
Waiting to consume everything
This planet is a bomb

— The End —