Fireworks

You can't say "that's a nice one" anymore;
They’re no good unless set off by the score.
And if it doesn’t crackle, shriek and whistle
Or imitate a Tomahawk cruse missile,
Containing ample BOOMs to freeze your blood
(Like seventeen per second)--it's a dud.

Red glare of rockets, bombs in mid-air bursting--
The flash of war for which the crowds are thirsting--
The louder they, the wilder the applause.
Enjoying them myself, I still take pause
To wonder, and this question now to mull:
Will skies o'er Armageddon seem too dull?

                                  —O. Nonymous

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