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I Don't Need Your Nuclear Kiss
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"Nuclear weapons are about war, war and war only; they are not about peace at all. Nuclear weapons are about hate, hate and hate only; they are not about kisses at all. Nuclear weapons are all about the extinction of the human race and everything that we all are associated with. It isn't about the beginning; it is about the end of the planet Earth. It is hard to understand why they are building nuclear weapons by soaking the sweat and blood of their citizens. Is it for honor or is it for their so-called pride? But what will they do with their honor? What will they do with their pride? What will they do when all around them turns into dust? Hence, let's follow the common people's consensus. Let's invite peace and destroy the nuclear bombs before they destroy us. The human race must rise to submerge the threat before it sinks us."

- Bhuwan Thapaliya


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Let them say, "You are beautiful,
you are sexy, and you are hot."

But you are for me a cadaver
clad in a human form
born to terrorize the human race
and destroy everything else on Earth.

You turn the white flowers
into darker red.

O'! Life you never are!

You bite the Earth
and embrace the engines
of cancer and tuberculosis.

O' you,
O' hybrid seed of the end.

Keep your tongue inside your mouth,
and don't show me those cancerous teeth.
Take your lips far away from me,
I don't need your nuclear kiss.

Don't try to hug me,
chemical company -- I don't need.
Don't wave your hello to me,
Good-Bye is all I need.

Take your legs away from me,
tango of missiles -- I don't yearn to see.
Don't try to seduce me,
your womb, I shall never fill.

Please go, go away from me.
I don't want to see you
even in my wildest dreams.

If you really love me, then please
do me a small favor, will you?

Slowly but surely, please phase out,
then one day, I shall kiss your lips --
salubrious and sweet.

Darling! Don't show me your knees.

Your race is a race
against the human progress.

Tell me one thing, answer me, please!

What will you gain
by pointing your toxic tits
at those who have
nothing to do with your tits?

Why don't you let them stay in peace?
Why don't you respect their sovereignty?
Why do you shatter their dreams?
Why do you suppress their destiny?

What will you gain by frightening them,
Who are already in coma -- as near as dead?
Inflation, unemployment, hunger and violence --
the chief ingredients.

No matter how hard you preach
You cannot justify your anatomy.
If not today, then tomorrow
you yourself shall be annihilated, by you.

You are about war, war and war only;
you are not about peace at all.
You are about hate, hate and hate only;
You are not about kisses at all.

You are all about the extinction
of the human race and everything
they all are associated with.

You are not about the beginning --
you are about the end of the Planet Earth.

If you erupt, then there will be no day.
The Earth will be enveloped in darkness,
only interminable nights shall follow.

East- West- North and South
Hours- Days- Weeks and Months
Morning- Noon- Evening and Night,
shall all be one.

Temperature will drop and winter shall be
the only season in the Earth.
Fire will turn into ice.

Almost all living thing shall die.
Rats and cockroaches shall rule the Earth.

Then…

What will you do with your honor?
What will you do with your pride?

What will you do with your beauty?
What will you do with your patriotism?

When everything transforms into nothingness.
What will you do?

O' you,
O' hybrid seed of the end.

 

Copyright 2008 Bhuwan Thapaliya

http://www.cyberwit.net/bhuwan.htm

 


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 Reviews of "I Don't Need Your Nuclear Kiss"
Reviewed on August 18, 2008
A very powerful write and a very sad commentary on our world. I think you've capture well the horrible scourge of nuclear weapons, when if used, we'll just ending up killing ourselves.

Mary


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