I love the smell of emotional napalm,
aimed at the fresh face of a blue eyed morning.
You have to admire the effect on the skin,
Which melts as if it were crying,
The way the mouth becomes charred,
How the mind flails uselessly with the heat.
It burns for a few minutes, or quite possibly, a lifetime.
And as we all know, fire spreads...
It is not some pussy instantaneous device,
Like a normal bomb.
The UN want it banned.
I don't agree. Do you?