A Letter to the bombers
By Frog Printz
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Laughter that trembles your ears
A blast we’re having, hoorah! Hoorah!
and fly for seventy years
Higher and higher we don’t know where
or when or if we’ll ever get there
a grand festival awaits our arrive
greater than any we’d known when alive
Music and dancing and clouds in the air
friends and girls with colourful hair
Our Father will greet us with a heavenly grin
proud that we served our life for Him
But then we land with an almighty thud
our bones aching and covered in mud
a familiar sound we raise our eyes up
a laughing Satan is clutching his gut
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Travelled so far but here you are
What joy, such fun, a grand parade!
Happy this devilish heart you’ve made
Tricked you were with great success
to do as I had fared
I tempted you in my prettiest dress
and brought you to my lair
None are the clouds, the dances and song
none are the friends and girls
now we see we’ve been fools all along
and sadness we’ve left in the world.
© Lloyd Riman