After The Boom Poem by Hebert Logerie
After The Boom
There is total silence
No offense, no defense
Everything stops
There are no mops
No janitors
No dancers
No firemen
No policemen
Dust covers the Sun
Dirt hovers over the Moon.
The unnatural eruption
The infernal demolition
Hell lives on Earth
Death sleeps on the turf
Children cannot wail
Adults cannot yell
The devils are present
God must be absent
Explosion is everywhere
This is too much to bear.
After the boom…
There is total silence.
Tear Down the Walls
That was a powerful statement
Made by a serious President.
These words changed the continents
And the whole world.
Those words made a lot of sense
To the young and the old.
That was back then,
Why now, more walls are being erected.
I guess, we, humans,
Never learned from our shortsighted
Experience due to selfishness,
Greed, hypocrisy, and weakness.
There is always a humane way
To encircle the heavens with your concrete walls
And your venomously man-made bay.
No matter how tall
Is your fence, you cannot stop the air
From traveling and twirling in the atmosphere.
You cannot stop the waves from caressing the shore.
You cannot stop the volcanoes from burning the floor.
All walls will come down one day.
All chiefs will return penniless to the alley
Of death, where vitam aeternam is a laughing matter;
When Mom speaks, you better listen to Mother.
Brother against brother, sister against sister,
Nation against nation, the universe belongs to my brother,
To my sister and to all of us; it does not matter
Where you were born,
The sound of the horn
Will disintegrate your soul when the time comes.
Please tear down the walls and plant colorful mums.
feels like hiroshima all over again...i can see the scene in my head when i read this poem, that was a disaster that should never be seen again...but apart from that its a good poem....
Thanks for giving me signs of your life. I appreciate your side by side French/English and socio political poems.
Hello Herbert, there are some powerful images in this poem. I like the following: there are no mops no janitors no dancers no firemen no policemen and especially: death sleeps on the turf what I would like to see more is a more specific exploration of what you can see after the explosion (I presume it is atomic...) . Why can't children wail? what happened to them? and I don't mean for you to explain it to us, but find a powerful metaphor, allegory, etc to give us the 'impression' of what happened to those children. For instance when an atomic bomb goes off, some bodies get carbonised and leave a shadow on the wall that still stand. The wail of those children would then be printed forever on that stone...good luck, enea
Redolent of the silence I remember after detonating a land-mine in 1979. A poignant blend of anger and shock.
I like the angle that you come from with this poem about 911. The eary silence of post destruction is a powerful setting. There are so many unanswered questions and things that do not make sense about 911. These unanswered questions are an eary silence at a different level. The dust has settled and the truth has been covered up. Excellent poem.10/10.
I guess the majority of your readers did not connect the date to the poem. There are and have been other causes of explosions and dust to cover the sun. The poem is well written and I for one got the point. Adeline
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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...invitation to imagery with sad memories... Good poem, brother, good poem!