The Big Guns Poem by Antonio Liao

oh! big gun looks
the pity pray
easy to sway and ready to play
please turn that table let's
make a holiday
and do the merry go lucky

smell of powder ready
to explode, faster than sound
as scud missile and hundred of
hundreds mercenaries
always in a hurry
for the ground is telling that
got no enemies, their cash
and strength
finds no fire that means they
are lousy

hey! Big Boy with a big gun
your smile seems hanging in the tree,
for even the twig birds
feel uneasy; come dine with us
and see our armory,
pure of joy all them have been
tame to be free

now the highway
is nothing than a home to live
to anybody, we are
the same people
made of flesh and willing
to take a rest



'a poem dedicated to the Super Power
Nations... RUSSIA, CHINA, USA, and
GREAT BRITAIN' please be mindful...