Bombs Away

My finger is on the button.
Let me know when to press
it. One finger can change
everything. A single bomb,
when inside its proximity,
causes utter dysfunction
due to its mass destruction.
Leaving nothing but rubble,
a bomb will cause trouble.
When there is nothing left
but fragments of the past,
a thriving history surely
will not last. After a blast,
the surviving buildings
are just sad shadows cast.
Tell me when. I’ll press it.
When it is pressed, know
that’s when war begins
as peace is put to rest.



De-Pressed

Feeling down for reasons unknown

Fed up with pressures surrounded

Stuck in a mind of your own

Knowing each memory is counted

Stomach pressed and squeezed

Living the days with a straight face

Wondering if others are pleased

And truly happy in their place.

Wondering. Thinking. Wishing

For something more meaningful

BUT

With motivation and desire missing

Bodies are left with starving souls.

The brain can say what it wants

Almost like a separate entity;

BUT

The eyes feed the brain

and should not be enemies.

Believe what you see and

Paint the picture fitting

How valuable life is, man?

Priceless.

There is no bidding.