Car Bombs

Car Bombs

A Poem by Baby Ricochet
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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

 


© 2013 Baby Ricochet


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allahs hammer hitting the ground...jesus that's tense. this whole thing made me feel uncomfortable. which is good. your darker pieces always do. good write man

Posted 10 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

10 Years Ago

Thank you Philgod. It's great to hear from you again
i was born in the beginning of war :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

10 Years Ago

I was deployed
isus

10 Years Ago

i hope you got out of there physically and mentally healthy, or at least as much as you could
Baby Ricochet

10 Years Ago

I did okay. Thanks
I know, Baby. I know how lucky I am, but thank you for the reminder all the same.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

10 Years Ago

Thank you pryde

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Baby Ricochet
Baby Ricochet

Tampa, FL



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