Boom ! Boom !
I felt hot and sticky as a moon pie stuck
on a old pickup sunbaked Chevy.
And the battle bruised air in my soot laden lungs
made the morning taste of gunpowder heavy.
All my ammo was gone ! And all the rifles were gone !
All the mortar rounds were missing with our gear.
And we saw the enemy scramble in confusion
'cause their weapons now had also disappeared.
But our Supply Sarge, unsupplied, had a bold plan.
He knew a way that we yet still could win the day.
Using a Positive Mental Attitude at its full force,
all the battles could be fought with PMA.
He said "Pretend I'm handing you a loaded rifle.
When you see the enemy, think and go Bang! Bang!
and a knife for close encounters when they happen
and Stab! Stab! will drop your foe yet once again."
On the field, I had no choice. I thought Bang! Bang!
and heard the click of ejected shells from fired rounds.
And in shock, I knew my PMA was working dead on target
'cause I saw my enemy shot and hit the ground.
I thought I heard a sound, not far out in the distance,
as we revelled in the enemy's loss and doom.
The Bang! Bangs! and the Stab! Stabs! were loud all thru the day
'til a big sound shook the ground. It went Boom! Boom!
Boom! Boom! I heard in the distance. Bang! Bang! sounded small.
Boom! Boom! sounded nearer. Stab! Stab! no sound at all.
And I saw an enemy soldier, with PMA strong you see,
saying "Tankity-Tank,Tankity-Tank." Boom! Boom! rolled over me.
Hurt, I watched the Boom! Boom! explode on a bomb from air
launched by a comrade soldier's PMA, unmeasured and rare.
Boom! Boom! seemed unusual and maybe a little farfetched
'til I saw our soldier flying in air saying "Jettidy, Jet, Jet, Jet."
And I raised my head in pain from mud with tears that looked at sky
for Man’s mind was on display, uncaged by belief to fly.
If only he could live with a neighbor and not be socially retarded at core,
such gifts could aim at stars for targets than Death, the bullseye of war.
Namyh
I felt hot and sticky as a moon pie stuck
on a old pickup sunbaked Chevy.
And the battle bruised air in my soot laden lungs
made the morning taste of gunpowder heavy.
All my ammo was gone ! And all the rifles were gone !
All the mortar rounds were missing with our gear.
And we saw the enemy scramble in confusion
'cause their weapons now had also disappeared.
But our Supply Sarge, unsupplied, had a bold plan.
He knew a way that we yet still could win the day.
Using a Positive Mental Attitude at its full force,
all the battles could be fought with PMA.
He said "Pretend I'm handing you a loaded rifle.
When you see the enemy, think and go Bang! Bang!
and a knife for close encounters when they happen
and Stab! Stab! will drop your foe yet once again."
On the field, I had no choice. I thought Bang! Bang!
and heard the click of ejected shells from fired rounds.
And in shock, I knew my PMA was working dead on target
'cause I saw my enemy shot and hit the ground.
I thought I heard a sound, not far out in the distance,
as we revelled in the enemy's loss and doom.
The Bang! Bangs! and the Stab! Stabs! were loud all thru the day
'til a big sound shook the ground. It went Boom! Boom!
Boom! Boom! I heard in the distance. Bang! Bang! sounded small.
Boom! Boom! sounded nearer. Stab! Stab! no sound at all.
And I saw an enemy soldier, with PMA strong you see,
saying "Tankity-Tank,Tankity-Tank." Boom! Boom! rolled over me.
Hurt, I watched the Boom! Boom! explode on a bomb from air
launched by a comrade soldier's PMA, unmeasured and rare.
Boom! Boom! seemed unusual and maybe a little farfetched
'til I saw our soldier flying in air saying "Jettidy, Jet, Jet, Jet."
And I raised my head in pain from mud with tears that looked at sky
for Man’s mind was on display, uncaged by belief to fly.
If only he could live with a neighbor and not be socially retarded at core,
such gifts could aim at stars for targets than Death, the bullseye of war.
Namyh
